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<blockquote data-quote="Danny Tanner" data-source="post: 1582550" data-attributes="member: 10619"><p>I'll share some personal experiences I've had with cops, both good and bad.</p><p></p><p>The bad: A jerk with a badge in Harrah, where I grew up. He was a total a-hole to everybody, especially teenagers. Had nothing major with this guy, but every time you saw him he was a complete penis. I think it was a reflection of him as a person rather than him as a professional, though.</p><p></p><p>The worst: I got pulled over for speeding on I-44 by the Cowboy Hall of Fame when I was 18 or 19. It was a legit pull over, I was speeding (appx 10 over), but the OKC PD officer was way out of line. He had an attitude as soon as he came up to my truck. I handed him my license and insurance and he asked me a typical question to ask when being pulled over, but as soon as I started answering he yelled "shut the f*** up or I'm going to beat your ass up and down this highway, you sit there and remain quiet!". He then asked me another question and I looked at him with a look on my face saying "do I answer you and risk you being a complete prick or do I obey your commands to keep quiet?" and he immediately yelled "Are we going to have a problem here?!". It was odd, because as soon as I said "No sir" he went back, wrote the ticket, gave me my stuff back and we were off. I have no idea why he flipped out like he did. Both of my parents are LEO, I know how to speak to them, I was respectful (despite disrespecting the law by speeding), but I did absolutely nothing to be threatened to shut up or get my ass kicked. I shared the story with my parents who helped me file a complaint with the PD, but I'm not sure what happened with it. If I remember right, that ticket was dismissed, but I can't remember for sure.</p><p></p><p>The good: The same truck I was pulled over in from the story above was stolen from my dad's apartment parking lot. It was recovered 3 days later in Okemah. I was driving back home to my mom's house, taking 23rd street from Harrah to OKC. I can't remember if it was Choctaw or Nicoma Park, but I pass by a cop and I see him whip a u-turn and come up behind me. 30-60 seconds later he not only flips on his lights, but also his sirens. I pull over into a gas station and he blocks me into the spot I'm in. I hear him yelling for me to stick my hands out of the window, to use one hand to turn off the car and drop my keys out of the window. His spot lights were on so I'm not sure if he had his gun drawn or not, I couldn't see a damn thing. I do so and he then tells me to get out and slowly back towards him with my hands on my head. I do, and I'm assuming he's going to cuff me, but before I reach him he asks who the truck belongs to, I tell him it's mine and that it was stolen a few days before and I just got it back from Okemah a couple of hours ago. He asks me to reach into my back pocket and pull out my id, I do, he relaxes and I breathe a sigh of relief. He said he saw me drive by and thought "there's that son of a b*tch in that stolen truck from Harrah!" and sure enough, when he runs the tag it's still showing as stolen. We have a laugh, talk a bit, I shake his hand and we're off.</p><p></p><p>The best: Funny story. I was driving down 23rd towards my mom's house again, this time in the Spencer area. Traffic is busier than I'd prefer to drive in, so I decide to try to get in the right lane and shift over to 36th street. I see an opening in front of me, but I'm getting close to the intersection, so I speed up and squeeze my Honda CRX in between a Ford Expedition and a current model black Chevy Malibu. Well, not even 2 seconds after that awesome maneuver the black Malibu lights up and blurps his siren. I pull over and he asks for license and insurance, I abide and instead of talking to me like a LEO to a citizen who broke the law, he speaks to me person-to-person. He says with a very slight chuckle in his voice, "look, I don't care if you speed a little over the speed limit, but don't blow my doors off by passing me to cut me off to tailgate the car in front of me, ok?" and I apologize and he hands me back my stuff and lets me go. Not even a week later I'm driving on Sooner Rd between 23rd and 10th street, which is typically empty-ish so I'm going probably 10-15 mph over the speed limit. A black Malibu in the opposite lane drives by, stops, u-turns, lights up and comes up on my tail. I pull over and I hear a jokingly "You just don't learn, do you?" and sure enough it's the same guy that got me not even a week prior. He taps my door and says "you really need to slow it down a bit, alright?" and without checking my license and insurance he tells me to be on my way and that's that.</p><p></p><p>From the age of 17-23, I was constantly getting pulled over for speeding. Always getting clocked at 10-13 mph over, always getting written up for 1-10 over, so nothing ever went on my record, but I could pin up a funky mural on my wall out of the tickets I received during those few years. It was sometimes once a month. 99% of the time those encounters have been the standard, by the book traffic stop handled by the officer in a professional manner.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Danny Tanner, post: 1582550, member: 10619"] I'll share some personal experiences I've had with cops, both good and bad. The bad: A jerk with a badge in Harrah, where I grew up. He was a total a-hole to everybody, especially teenagers. Had nothing major with this guy, but every time you saw him he was a complete penis. I think it was a reflection of him as a person rather than him as a professional, though. The worst: I got pulled over for speeding on I-44 by the Cowboy Hall of Fame when I was 18 or 19. It was a legit pull over, I was speeding (appx 10 over), but the OKC PD officer was way out of line. He had an attitude as soon as he came up to my truck. I handed him my license and insurance and he asked me a typical question to ask when being pulled over, but as soon as I started answering he yelled "shut the f*** up or I'm going to beat your ass up and down this highway, you sit there and remain quiet!". He then asked me another question and I looked at him with a look on my face saying "do I answer you and risk you being a complete prick or do I obey your commands to keep quiet?" and he immediately yelled "Are we going to have a problem here?!". It was odd, because as soon as I said "No sir" he went back, wrote the ticket, gave me my stuff back and we were off. I have no idea why he flipped out like he did. Both of my parents are LEO, I know how to speak to them, I was respectful (despite disrespecting the law by speeding), but I did absolutely nothing to be threatened to shut up or get my ass kicked. I shared the story with my parents who helped me file a complaint with the PD, but I'm not sure what happened with it. If I remember right, that ticket was dismissed, but I can't remember for sure. The good: The same truck I was pulled over in from the story above was stolen from my dad's apartment parking lot. It was recovered 3 days later in Okemah. I was driving back home to my mom's house, taking 23rd street from Harrah to OKC. I can't remember if it was Choctaw or Nicoma Park, but I pass by a cop and I see him whip a u-turn and come up behind me. 30-60 seconds later he not only flips on his lights, but also his sirens. I pull over into a gas station and he blocks me into the spot I'm in. I hear him yelling for me to stick my hands out of the window, to use one hand to turn off the car and drop my keys out of the window. His spot lights were on so I'm not sure if he had his gun drawn or not, I couldn't see a damn thing. I do so and he then tells me to get out and slowly back towards him with my hands on my head. I do, and I'm assuming he's going to cuff me, but before I reach him he asks who the truck belongs to, I tell him it's mine and that it was stolen a few days before and I just got it back from Okemah a couple of hours ago. He asks me to reach into my back pocket and pull out my id, I do, he relaxes and I breathe a sigh of relief. He said he saw me drive by and thought "there's that son of a b*tch in that stolen truck from Harrah!" and sure enough, when he runs the tag it's still showing as stolen. We have a laugh, talk a bit, I shake his hand and we're off. The best: Funny story. I was driving down 23rd towards my mom's house again, this time in the Spencer area. Traffic is busier than I'd prefer to drive in, so I decide to try to get in the right lane and shift over to 36th street. I see an opening in front of me, but I'm getting close to the intersection, so I speed up and squeeze my Honda CRX in between a Ford Expedition and a current model black Chevy Malibu. Well, not even 2 seconds after that awesome maneuver the black Malibu lights up and blurps his siren. I pull over and he asks for license and insurance, I abide and instead of talking to me like a LEO to a citizen who broke the law, he speaks to me person-to-person. He says with a very slight chuckle in his voice, "look, I don't care if you speed a little over the speed limit, but don't blow my doors off by passing me to cut me off to tailgate the car in front of me, ok?" and I apologize and he hands me back my stuff and lets me go. Not even a week later I'm driving on Sooner Rd between 23rd and 10th street, which is typically empty-ish so I'm going probably 10-15 mph over the speed limit. A black Malibu in the opposite lane drives by, stops, u-turns, lights up and comes up on my tail. I pull over and I hear a jokingly "You just don't learn, do you?" and sure enough it's the same guy that got me not even a week prior. He taps my door and says "you really need to slow it down a bit, alright?" and without checking my license and insurance he tells me to be on my way and that's that. From the age of 17-23, I was constantly getting pulled over for speeding. Always getting clocked at 10-13 mph over, always getting written up for 1-10 over, so nothing ever went on my record, but I could pin up a funky mural on my wall out of the tickets I received during those few years. It was sometimes once a month. 99% of the time those encounters have been the standard, by the book traffic stop handled by the officer in a professional manner. [/QUOTE]
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