I can only speak from experience but I have never had any trouble with the police. It's probably luck of the draw I guess, people of all professions can be assholes and make your life difficult.
I'm also not saying that because I have a perfect driving record, it's actually the complete opposite. Beside's DD I have had my fair share of offences.
Went to the Gold Coast one weekend with an x-girlfriend, drove down from the Sunshine Coast (2hours) on a Friday afternoon ready to find a Motel and party for the weekend. Found the Motel, went out, had some dinner and bought back a few warm up JD's. A few hours and about 8 cans later we cruised up to the Hard Rock Cafe where I consumed at least 6 schooners of VB before starting the walk to Cavill. Now I'm not one to start a fight but some lads went past in a car showing their appreciation of my g/f in a not so polite manner. I returned the favour with some friendly appreciation of my own: D . Just as we got to the corner of Cavill the same car must of done a lap and came up behind us. Three of the tough guys got out of the car with bystanders everywhere, the closest one pulled a pocket knife on me being a hero while the other smacked my g/f closed fist in the face and the smallest one stood back looking out like a pansy. All this happened pretty quick bystanders saw it all and jumped in grabbing the guy with the knife and the guy who hit my g/f while I caught the little lookout guy and put him through the window of a well placed Hyundai accent. Finally the police beat cop's come, I give them a quick run down of what happened. I was basically unscathed just a few scratches on my arms from putting the 3rd guy through the window and my neck was a little ripped up from the first guy grabbing my chain from behind at the beginning. Anyway all that crap aside you can imagine I was pretty pissed off about my weekend that was meant to be a break from it all. Instead of going back to the motel like the Cavill police said. I went back with a slightly different idea than what they had. I grabbed all our stuff threw it in the car at 2am, dumped the keys on managements doorstep and got out of there. All I wanted to do was get as far away from the GC as possible. I was blind and mighty pissed off as I overtook car after car on the Pacific Highway in my VS SS, with little or no regard for the law, my passenger or myself. Finally calmed down towards Beenleigh and sat on 140kph, not soon after a Honda Prelude that I had overtaken 10 minutes before at 180kph did a fly by with a undercover cop car right up his ass. After my night I thought this was pretty funny watching the rice get pulled over. I slowed down and let the boys do their thing up in front, by the time caught up the officer was just getting out. Being a smartass I thought I'd mash the SS, which was quite loud with a twin system just as a statement (combination of being drunk and pissed off) To cut a long story short the policeman didn't like me doing that. Left the Hyundai and started after me. I finally pulled over thinking ok that's it I'm gone and there's nothing I can do about it. The first thing he said when he got to my window was "G'day ********" which even I think was quite appropriate. Gave me the standard how fast were you going, I gave the normal hmm about 120kph response, he laughed and said I had to be joking. Gave me a breath test, didn't show me what it came up as. Then asked me what I've had to drink and whether I have a reason for going so fast, I knew I was gone with nothing to lose so I told him the truth, exactly the same way I told you, showed him my neck, ripped shirt, scratches etc. After all that and not saying much at all he walked back to his car, with my licence which was only a learners permit at time. 15 Minutes went by with him doing who knows what in the car, finally he comes back to the car that I'm now leaning up against with the doors locked and alarm set. I hand him the key's but he hands them back, tells me that his shift is over at 5am and to get in the back of my car and sleep it off. After his shift finished I was allowed to drive home.
Couldn't believe it, the guy actually had a heart and agreed that my unfortunate night was a fair enough reason to want drive home. I have two other stories but this one ended up way too long, I'll save them I think. *Touchwood but I have amazing luck when it comes to the police*
I'll also add that I was young, dumb, in my first powerful car and driving like a complete fool.
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Jake.
