Stopped at a red light at a major intersection in my unmarked (but obvious) police car, when a car load of gangstas pull up beside me and honk. I look to see the driver shooting the rod and giving me his best "mean" look. Laughed my ass off and they drove off mad. I don't know what they wanted me to do, but they should be smart enough to see the grey hair and wrinkles on a cop if they expect a different response.

lol i can picture it now.

Your in Texas ain't ya allowed to shoot um?

Yep, but then he'd have to fill out a ton of paper work

And account for your ammo.

I can drive by and dump clean guns and ammo for a worthy cause.

They're widows were rolled up...I wasn't skeered. If anything, I figure they wanted to make me a YouTube star.

LOL

Remember that ?Gary Larson? Cartoon? "And that's another thing against the Law - spitting on the Sheriff!"

Of course, if the window isn't rolled down.....

Right?

I wondered why you didn't wave back at me.

I was scared of your beagle.

What's shooting the rod?

Universal #1 sign?

Right.

Hah!

Teenage angst. Sometimes it spills over.

Glad you had a good laugh............and have miles TO laugh rather than let it bother you.

On a related note, a couple years ago my wife and I were heading somewhere, and while stopped at an intersection I noticed one of our local mensa members leaning against a phone pole watching traffic. He had a bottle of 'Dew and the hugest chip on his shoulder I'd seen in a while. I laughed at him threw the windshield. He saw me and gave me the bird, which I returned with a continued laugh as I drove past. He went absolutely ape schit and screamed at me from the middle of the street for three blocks that I could count in my mirror. Absolutely priceless................maybe you had to be there, but it was funny.

Kinda like not feeding the trolls on the Camfire!

You already are. Remember your nekked four wheeler ride a few years ago? Scott archived it for posterity. Didn't you know?

That is funny, right before I read your post I was thinking about the times my teenaged friends and I, while in my old 455 powered 4-4-2 in case a quick getaway was required, would be out cruising the gut and looking to meet gals. More often, our hotrod would pull up next to a car with an older (to us) married couple and for laughs and reaction we would start yelling at the 50ish lady about a date, ride to go race another car, telling her how hot she was etc. Most of the time, both parties knew we were just kids out having fun and meant no harm. Laughing with us and enjoying the evening as well as we were. They had probably cruised the same section of street we were on a couple of decades earlier.

I was taught, however, to RESPECT Police Officers, and I did.

We usually gave the police the business and respected the regular folk.

Eventually grew out of being a jackass. It gets tiring.

I NEVER gave serious crap to the LEO in my hometown of 400 when i was a teen. The town cop doubled as our utilities troubleshooter, the county sheriff lived next door and kept his squad in our garage, his deputy lived across the street.

Besides, Ivan (the sheriff) had this section of overgrown soil-bank land that he let me pheasant hunt on. Just me, my brother, and our best 2 friends, also brothers. I hunted deer with the dep. on his family farm.

Ya gotta be pretty dum to crap in your cap......

Late one evening MANY years ago, I was following some buddies to a "Kips" Big Boy restaurant. I'm behind them at a red light and a car is next to them. After the light turns green the car beside them cuts me off and pulls in behind my buddies. Police lights from an unmarked police car lit up the night. The guys pull over and I pulled in behind the unmarked police car.

Huge old cowboy gets out, toothpick in the corner of his mouth, pulls the guys out and says: "Have to admit, first time I've ever arrested a..., BUGGER FLICKER". We all fell on the ground laffin. Guy behind the driver was picking his nose when the car pulled up beside at the light, the rear passenger reached out the window and flicked his finger like he was flipping a cigarette at the driver. Low and behold, the guy was a Texas Ranger!

We ALL laughed so hard we cried!


DMc

I usually tell them, "Well Johnny Ringo! I'm your huckleberry!"
Once they even got it. Those guys left worried.

Come to think of it, this early exposure to LEO's likely warped me for life . Those bastds!

At 12 or 14, Ivan told me what all black (I am not) or not youths should know: if stopped by a cop keep your hands in sight, don't make any sudden movements, be cooperative. Been pretty good advice, serving me well over the 50 plus years since.

We all know we are gonna lie to the cop.....

The year was 1956. I had my dad's '53 Ford up to about eighty MPH when I noticed the NY State Police car behind me so I pulled over. Walt Burmaster was 6'8" and built like a tank. I was a 5'7" highschool kid. He yanked open the door, reached in and grabbed me by the arm and unceremoniously lifted me out of the car. He through me against the side, slapped my face so hard that my knees buckled and yelled, "I DONT EVER, EVER WANT TO BE PICKIN YOUR DEAD BODY OUT OF THE DITCH. SLOW THAT THING DOWN BECAUSE I MIGHT HURT YOU THE NEXT TIME! GOT IT?" Grabbed me under the arms, threw me into the car, slammed the door, left.

I both respected and feared him. Liked him too.

JIm

What? You didnt sue him for police brutality?

No idea what you boys down there run, but shot in the dark: Crown Vic with dualies, spotlight, push nose and tinted glass?

Interesting. Where I grew up, the rule was, in short, RUN!

Bastids go incognito.....

You must have missed the part about next door and across the stree in a town of 400.... besides, my parents were on their side. I was outnumbered.

Although not always noticed....

My folks were on their side too. You've got me on the population handicap thing, though.

Damn close...no tinted glass, and orange reflective tape on the bumpers. People like me are where retired patrol cars go to die.

Nah...these guys were in there mid-twenties/early thirties, but that doesn't mean much with a 70 IQ.

No, that's not Pat........ that's his cousin Leroy.

I can understand that. Those are the kind of cops I miss.

Ours get sold at auctions. Those who buy them look like they spent a lot of time in the backseat. Musta liked the way they rode.

Lots of those cops left. But if you say something like that now you get sued and lose everything you have, so you enforce traffic laws instead

dang Lt. Pat, I'm a bit disappointed


I thought sure you'd turn your hat sideways, flip a gang sign and yell "whassup my bruthas?"

oh and then yell "yep that's how stupid you spooks look when doing that chit too"