Have you ever felt you were targeted by the cops for driving the wrong car, in the wrong neighborhood, too late at night?
Over my driving career I have been stopped more than 3 times driving to or from homes in more “affluent” neighborhoods around my area. The reasons why I was stopped was rather weak. Once I was actually doing a motor route for the paper and the cop was sitting right outside of the clu de sac I delivered papers to and he zipped in and hit me with the bubble gum lights and asked me what I was doing when he should have clearly seen the stack of news papers. And it happened again another time, different street.
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I’m a pretty young white lady and I drive a luxury car. I don’t know if I will ever have that problem.
I was pulled over once, in a bad neighborhood. I drove a white Thunderbird, with dark, tinted windows. I was going to pick my husband up from work, and missed the street the warehouse was on. I turned around in a party store parking lot about 2am, and was pulled over immediately.
I believe the officers were surprised to walk up on a white woman, with sleeping kids in the back seat. They asked me where I was going, and told me the reason they pulled me over was that party store had been robbed the night before, and my car matched the description of the suspects car…..what a coincidence, huh?
I work with a guy who drives the biggest bogan car under the sun. He got stopped by police and they took a description of him, height, weight, hair, tattoos, shoe size. Future crim tho.
My husband got pulled over last night for the third time this year, and this was the second time at the same crossroads within a month! It’s a highway that goes down to 25mph, and he drives home rather late from work and isn’t really thinking. I really think it’s the car though. It’s the car I had when I was 16 to 21, and got pulled over for every little thing! It’s a silver car, I don’t know if that has anything to do with it, but it’s pretty upsetting.
I guess I’m lucky. I’ve never been targeted by the cops for anything. I wonder if the work I did as a volunteer in the police department in our neighborhood helped any? :-)
Driving home late one Friday night, I ran into a drink driving blitz where everyone was being pulled over and breath tested. I was selected to go to stage 2 where they were doing the drug testing. I am 18, male, still on a provisional licence thanks to the laws of my state, and at the time I was unlucky enough to be driving my mum’s bright red Honda Prelude which has a nice set of alloy wheels. Looking at the other cars in the drug testing queue, there was a lowered BMW 3 series with huge wheels, and a V8 Holden ute. No prizes for guessing why we were the ones pulled over. Not a single Toyota driver was drug tested.
@FireMadeFlesh hardly a representative sample of the nights drug tests haha.
@FishGutsDale I have no way of knowing what the actual statistics are, but from what I saw they were very biased. Of course once I was done I wasn’t going to hang around, so I only saw 15 minutes worth of traffic.
The funny thing is that I was severely fatigued at the time, but I put on a good enough act and they didn’t say a thing about it.
@FireMadeFlesh yeah i know mate, just being a smartass. I use to drive an old Holden VN Commodore, pretty much guaranteed me the cops attention. I had one follow me and tell me i was doing 80km/h in a 60 zone. It was bullshit because i hate speeding and never do it, i told him that and he let me off with a “warning”. There was no way i was copping it. Must have been bored at 3 in the morning, mind you they both got out of the car and ran their torches over my back seat and passenger seat.
@FishGutsDale Funny, I always thought they were supposed to enforce the law in an unbiased manner!
I would take summer courses at the community college. I would take the bus and walk, daily. And I would use a satchel, since there was so little stuff to move.
Well, one day I was intercepted by a member of the local PD – near as I can tell, he was waiting for me. He was nice enough, but he wanted to know what I was doing, wandering through a bedroom community with a bag full of who-knows-what.
“Dangerous books, sir,” “Textbooks. You see, I attend the community college up the way, and my house is through here. Wanna see?”
He declined. I proceeded to ask him his business, and he said that someone had called the police to report a suspicious person (myself) who may have been going house to house swindling old ladies out of their fixed income.
But that’s it, really.
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