:mumbles: damn roanoke
Originally Posted by callmecobra96
or just put the stock exhaust back on till you go turbo...there is no need for it na
Its not that really, 99% of cops are just pullin over imports these days since its the "craze".. every few years it changes to a different general "target".. in a few years it will be domestics again.. maybe if they come out with a movie "The Heavy and Humongous"
lmfao!
lmfao!
hahaha...but how many cops enjoy fixing up imports? none really. but i can guarantee you, that alot of cops have some sort of muscle car back at home they work on, or just like muscle cars, so i cant see them harassing muscle cars like they do imports
i got this from my mom in an email today....felt it was nescessary to share:
Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out.
I fit neatly into the category where you've placed me.
I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized, classified, grouped, and always typical.
Unfortunately, the reverse is true. I can never figure you out.
From birth, you teach your children that I'm the bogeyman, then you're shocked when they identify with my traditional enemy, the criminal!
You accuse me of coddling criminals. Until I catch your kids doing wrong.
You may take an hour lunch and several coffee breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer for having just one cup.
You pride yourself on your manners, but think nothing of disturbing my meals with your troubles.
You can raise Cain with the guy who cuts you off in traffic, But let me catch you doing the same and I'm picking on you.
You know all the traffic laws. but you've never gotten a single ticket that you deserve.
You shout " Fool " if you observe me driving fast to a call, but raise the roof if I take more than ten seconds to respond to your complaint.
You call it part of my job if someone strikes me, but Police Brutality if I strike back.
You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a tooth or your doctor how to take out an appendix, but you are always willing to give me pointers on the law.
You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody nose from anyone else, but expect me to take it without batting an eye.
You yell that something has got to be done to fight crime, but you cant be bothered to get involved.
You have no use for me at all, but of course its OK for me to change a flat for your wife, deliver your child in the back of the patrol car, or perhaps save your sons life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours overtime looking for your lost daughter.
So, Mr. Citizen, you can stand their on your soapbox and rant ant rave about the way I do my work, calling me every name in the book, but never stop to think that your property, family, or maybe even your life depends on me or one of my buddies.
Yes, Mr. Citizen, it's me,. the COP!
The author of this article was Trooper Mitchell Brown of the Virginia State Police. He was killed in the line of duty two months after writing this article.
Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out.
I fit neatly into the category where you've placed me.
I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized, classified, grouped, and always typical.
Unfortunately, the reverse is true. I can never figure you out.
From birth, you teach your children that I'm the bogeyman, then you're shocked when they identify with my traditional enemy, the criminal!
You accuse me of coddling criminals. Until I catch your kids doing wrong.
You may take an hour lunch and several coffee breaks each day, but point me out as a loafer for having just one cup.
You pride yourself on your manners, but think nothing of disturbing my meals with your troubles.
You can raise Cain with the guy who cuts you off in traffic, But let me catch you doing the same and I'm picking on you.
You know all the traffic laws. but you've never gotten a single ticket that you deserve.
You shout " Fool " if you observe me driving fast to a call, but raise the roof if I take more than ten seconds to respond to your complaint.
You call it part of my job if someone strikes me, but Police Brutality if I strike back.
You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a tooth or your doctor how to take out an appendix, but you are always willing to give me pointers on the law.
You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody nose from anyone else, but expect me to take it without batting an eye.
You yell that something has got to be done to fight crime, but you cant be bothered to get involved.
You have no use for me at all, but of course its OK for me to change a flat for your wife, deliver your child in the back of the patrol car, or perhaps save your sons life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours overtime looking for your lost daughter.
So, Mr. Citizen, you can stand their on your soapbox and rant ant rave about the way I do my work, calling me every name in the book, but never stop to think that your property, family, or maybe even your life depends on me or one of my buddies.
Yes, Mr. Citizen, it's me,. the COP!
The author of this article was Trooper Mitchell Brown of the Virginia State Police. He was killed in the line of duty two months after writing this article.
Asshole cops make it bad for the rest of them
Asshole ricers make it bad for the rest of us
unfortunatly no one is given a chance now..we are all labled as being assholes
Asshole ricers make it bad for the rest of us
unfortunatly no one is given a chance now..we are all labled as being assholes
Originally Posted by hitmanWRX
If you were speeding.. admit it! When they ask you what you were doing never say I DONT KNOW!!!! That makes the cop believe you think he/she is an idiot.
is that true?
I've been pulled over a few times when I really didn't know why the hell they pulled me over....
Been pulled in the mustang 3 times..each one says "I didn't notice you had NC tags..was just letting you know what is illegal in VA if you switch them over" well uhh thanks can I go to work now??
Then the first time in the Supra I gave him this "uhm hi??" look lol he kinda smiled and said exhaust kinda loud isn't it? I was like erm not in NC..But I guess....He's like yea... just want to make sure yu don't have any holes or anything... I don't care about aftermarket...
But yea.. I was clueless..I see blue lights and kinda get this i'm fucked feeling
Been pulled in the mustang 3 times..each one says "I didn't notice you had NC tags..was just letting you know what is illegal in VA if you switch them over" well uhh thanks can I go to work now??
Then the first time in the Supra I gave him this "uhm hi??" look lol he kinda smiled and said exhaust kinda loud isn't it? I was like erm not in NC..But I guess....He's like yea... just want to make sure yu don't have any holes or anything... I don't care about aftermarket...
But yea.. I was clueless..I see blue lights and kinda get this i'm fucked feeling





