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I wouldn't say that I'm a bad driver, but I wouldn't necessarily say that I'm a cautious, slow driver either. I generally try to go a maximum of seven or eight mph over the speed limit, but occasionally, I get a little carried away. (Especially when I'm running behind, which is...always.)
Lately, I've had a bad string of luck when it comes to getting pulled over. Most people might groan and say that they "feel my pain" right about now, but let me tell you, getting pulled over by St. Louis' finest has actually been pretty painless. Let me put it this way - I've been stopped for speeding three times in the past few weeks, but that doesn't necessarily mean that I ended up with any speeding tickets. Maybe I'm just lucky, or maybe I'm a smooth talker, but I always seem to escape this costly punishment for my lead foot.
Here are a few tricks that I've picked up on when it comes to escaping a speeding ticket:
- I'm not exactly sure how gentlemen would fare with this tactic, but ladies, turn on the waterworks. I know it seems cliche, but it's worked pretty well for me on numerous occasions. Sorry guys, but most of you have absolutely no idea what to do with a sobbing woman, and male cops usually tell me to take a few deep breaths, calm down and please drive slower.
- Just play stupid. If you seem really earnest about never driving on that particular road and not knowing anything about what the speed limit is, cops will often let you off the hook. Keep in mind, you have to be nowhere near a speed limit sign for this method to actually work.
- As far as what you say to the cop, a couple different methods always work for me.
One is to launch into such an elaborate, lengthy explanation for how late you are, then follow that up with an apology for that not being an excuse to break the law. Usually, they're so worn out and annoyed that they just wave me on. The other method I use it to make myself sound like Mother Teresa's niece. Basically, I say that I was giving a friend in need a lift, which made me late to my charity work since I was coming from church, etc., etc. They're usually a bit more likely to put their clipboard away after that.
- And if you want to avoid getting pulled over for speeding in the first place, keep it at a maximum of nine mph over the speed limit. A policeman once told me that if you're not going at least 10 mph over the speed limit on a highway, it's not even worth their time to pull you over, and I believe him.
And yes, I've been knocking on wood the entire time I've been writing this post. How do you get out of your run-ins with the law?
The best line for a girl to get out of a ticket:
"Sorry officer, I am kinda in a hurry. I am having female problems and need to find the nearest restroom".
My dad got out of one a couple years ago...he was headed to a funeral for a former firefighter and the officer let him go because he had his formal uniform hanging in the back seat. And what makes it even funnier is that my dad basically tried to talk him into giving him one. Um, if the officer just says "have a nice day sir" you DONT argue with that!!
Maybe it'll work next time though
THIS is why car insurance rates are lower for women. Y'all aren't safer drivers, you're better actors!
Srsly, though, I bet if you crunched the statistics you'd see that male police officers pull over a disproportionate number of blonde women. You can't really see faces (pretty or not) blowing by your field of vision, but guys can laser onto long blonde hair pretty easily.
What would you do if you were pulled over by a female cop?
I was riding my motorcycle from the Loo to KC and had been letting a Ford Explorer bird-dog for me but we were moving along at a brisk 85mph or so.
I was in great shape, wearing only a helmet, soccer shorts, and some adidas flip flops (yes this also turns into my worst sunburn story ever, but that's for a different page).
When I notice she was a she, I tried to be as charming as I could. We talked a bit, she wasn't entirely unattractive and since I was driving to KC to break up with my girlfriend, I was willing to do pour it on to get free of the ticket (I was a college student after all). She seemed nice, even receptive at first, and I thought I was going to charm my way out of it until she told me she had a motorcycle too, and that she though they should be illegal for street use.
That was an expensive one.
What do you think?
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