I'm on my way to work today, and as I come into the village one of Washington State's finest steps out in front of me and waves me over. "You got to be kidding" I tell myself. The Trooper walks up to the truck, I open the drivers door, (to hard to roll down window). He says," I had you at 46 MPH(it's a 40 zone) I'll need to see your drivers license". So I reach for my wallet to get my license, hand him my license and then he states, "You need to pay closer attention to your speedometer". "I would Sir, but it doesn't work." At this precise moment the second Trooper calls from the front of the truck, " Uh, you are leaking water". I reply " A lot or a little?" and look back at the first Trooper. He says, " You're right the speedometer probably doesn't work. Here is your license back. Do you need any water?" "Nah, I only got a mile to go, I'll get some there".

I do believe driving a 50 plus old truck has its advantages.

 

If he was pulling you over for speeding 6 MPH over he was a jerk, or he had a supervisor looking over his shoulder. Most older working speedometers aren't accurate to within 5 MPH anyway...

Maybe the real reason he stopped you is because he just wanted a better look at the truck.

Vern

 

Maybe he just thought that you were too poor to pay the fine anyway!

 

Here's a good one....please Mr. Admin, don't move this thread, I just had to share it as it's related to the thread start: I don't drink more than an occasional whiskey sour. I certainly never get poop-faced, but...

One night 12 years ago, coming home from a car show that went all day long, then a cruise in that lasted till 2:00am, I was mighty tired. I was driving my '63 Ch*vy Impala 2dr htp (hey, it's a beautiful car, I think we can be adults and admit that). The LH mount for the sway bar had come off so it wasn't connected to the frame. The road I was on was being resurfaced one side at a time, so there was an 1" difference in height from one lane to the other. To make matters worse, I was riding on bias-plys!

I drifted a little left, the bias plys grabbed the road surface and swerved me over, so I corrected and got back in my lane, and OF COURSE a State Highway Trooper saw me, and pulled me over! "Please step out of the car. How much have had tonight?". I told him I didn't drink. "Why are your eyes all bloodshot?". "Because I've been up for 24 hours with this car show....", and it's his job to assume I'm a drunk, so here I am, putting my finger on my nose and performing "The Walk".

I swear even little details were against me - he looked at my license and asked why it had been stapled (figuring I'd been in court for a driving offense). I showed him that my dog had chewed my wallet and those were teeth marks!

Eventually, he was kool and let me go, but not after commenting on how nice the car was (it was the nicest condition-wise I've ever owned). But of COURSE, even at 2:30a I wasn't safe....someone I knew drove by and saw me doing "The Walk"! and everyone laughed, knowing that I don't get drunk!

Just another story to tell! HA HA HA!

 

*BIG smile* Yup, I can attest to the fact an old vehicle does have it's advantages:

I was taking a friend for a ride in my 56 F-100 and was puttin' 'er through the gears to redline (hey, it's got over 450HP and had to show off!) when he says "There's a cop in the driveway of that house we just passed!!" I says "Don't scare me like that!" He says "I'm serious!"
Sure enough, I watch my mirror and here he comes behind the car that's behind me..........
By now I've slowed down to 55 - it's a country road - and am approaching a stop sign. I'm stopped. The car behind me is stopped. The officer is stopped.
I'm sitting there with my right signal on. I'm sure he can hear my engine loping thru headers and glasspacks; probably figures I may have not seen him and will do it again. I figure I'm done for and will have some explaining to do to my wife.
So I make my turn and drive like a normal person, trying my darndest to keep the cammed big block quiet. The guy behind proceeds staight ahead. The cop just sits there.
I get about a quarter mile down and the cop is still sitting there. I look at my friend, he looks at me, each with a question mark look on our faces.

The officer turned the other direction. I think (hope) he liked the truck.

Final note: I'm not advocating this sort of driving, especially in populated areas (I'm in a very rural area) and had I gotten a ticket, I would have deserved it. But it sure is a rush to see what that old truck will do every once in a while!
Norb

 

Hey, that's what it's for! We don't build these engines to look pretty sitting still. Going fast in a new car/truck is nothing. Going fast in a reborn vintage vehicle is what make your blood race!

DISCLAIMER**** - However, if you are stupid enough to do it where people are, whatever happens, happens and you have to live with the consequences.

When I'm done building my Y, I plan on taking it to National Trail Raceway and see what it can do properly....THEN I can sit it around and let it look pretty!

 

Ya' gotta test 'em right? My first time out in my '48 F-1, yes before the speedometer was fixed, I saw one of Washington's finest up ahead and slowed way down in the 30 MPH zone. I figured I had to be going slow enough. Wrong. He said he zapped me at 42. Never trust relative motion sitting up high like that.


It gets better. My 5 year old is sitting next to me on this test drive. When the policeman steps up he pipes up, "My daddy was driving too fast, wasn't he? This is Toulouse's first trip out and he wanted to see if she works." Besides the fact he was grammatically correct, I thought I was sunk. The policeman smiled, said, "Yes, she definitely works." He let me go with a warning and an admonition to fill that large hole in the dashboard."

Classics rule!

 

Not only is having a old truck an advantage, being polite to the officer helps.