I have been fortunate enough not to have received a ticket yet in my 05' Black on Black GTO... knock on wood. (knock, knock, knock) However, I do have a rather... errr... "cute" story to tell about my previous 01' Torch Red Corvette.
I live in North-East Michigan and was traveling "down-state" (as we say here in the sticks) to visit my family one weekend, about a 175 mile trip. Whenever I get on I-75 Southbound on a Friday Night I always, at least at some point, exceed 100 MPH.
I travel this route about once a month so I am very familiar with the local radar locations and avoid as necessary... However, I was traveling southbound on I-75 doing ~100 MPH and came to the top of a small hill, suddenly "BUZZZZZZZZT!" my radar detector when wild. It was a sound I had never heard before (or at least not that I recalled) so I knew immediately it was Laser and not Radar. Of course my first reaction was to hit the brakes (silly boy) and as I headed down the hill I saw the Cop turn his headlights on, wait till I passed, and he proceeded to follow and eventually pull me over.
He walks over to my Vette with a big ear-to-ear grin on his face and says "You know, we're out here this weekend testing our new Laser Gun and I clocked you going 85 over that hill. And then a split second later at 75."
I, off course, said nothing.
He proceeded, "You know, that fancy radar detector you have ain't gonna help you at all with this new Laser."
I, remaining quite, handed him my license and registration and he walked back to his vehicle.
You know, that is the longest 3 minutes of your life, waiting for the Cop to come back and give you a ticket. It's like they postpone it as long as possible just to keep you in agony.
Anyway, a few minutes later he walks back and hands me my driver's license and registration and says "Well, since we're just testing this system tonight I'm gonna do you a favor and let you off with a warning. But understand, once this testing is complete, you won't be able to hide."
I finally spoke "You're only testing this evening?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's right, just testing." He replied.
I couldn't hold back, I actually tried to but couldn't, "Well then you better get that thing fixed because I was doing well over a hundred when you clocked me."
Complete Silence. I figured I blew it bad and he was going to pull me right out the window and lock me up for good.
He just stared at me for awhile, and eventually, smiled just a little bit, and finally said "Get outta' here."
Well, needless to say, he didn't need to tell me twice. Color me gone!