Speeding in the States
This one is more a story of a what could have been a severe telling off.

I went snowboarding in the states for 4 months. I was spending the day with some friends at a different resort to the one we were working at. We drove there in a mates car (it was a hunk of crap american thing, massive engine and bouncy suspension). I hurt myself towards the middle of the day so was sitting in the car in the car park waiting for everyone to finish for the day. I was sat there smoking weed and feeling sorry for myself. My other mate finished early with two others including the guy who's car it was staying riding until the lifts closed.

We, well I decided to take the car for a spin to find some skins and for a change of scenery. I pulled out the car park and drove about 2 miles down the road and climbed this long hill. After realising there were no shops the way I was going I turned round and went back the way we came. Bear in mind this is a 50 limit and cops are pretty strict about speeding. I was driving back down the hill and thought "fuck it" lets see how fast this rust bucket will go. So I floor it and it accelerates pretty quickly down this straight. I hit 110mph just in time to see the cop car that's coming in the other direction flash by. You can imagine how my stomach fell out my arse at this point. The cop does a u turn after seeing me slam on the breaks and pulls me over. The weed we had was some of the smelliest i've ever had and the car stunk. In the car park you could smell it from about 20feet away. I was pretty much shitting myself at this point.

So I wind down the window and this cop asks me for my "licence and registration". I look in my wallet to discover I don't have my licence, don't know the name of the guy (only know his first name) who's car it is and don't know where he's from. To top it all off when the my mate in the passenger seat opens the glove box to find the reg document (his hands shaking the lame cnut) the bag of weed falls out followed by a throwing knife. I'm not sure if the cop saw it or not but we hand him the reg document, he goes back to his car and obviously works out the mountain of paperwork he'd have to fill out for two foreigners who: don't know who's car there in, have no insurance, no licence, in possession of weed, were doing double the speed limit and have a throwing knife.

Luckily he comes back and tells me to slow down next time. I drove off and started pissing myself at what could have been pretty bad if he was in a bad mood.

So if you ever get pulled over in the states be extra nice.
(Happyday, Tue 25 Sep 2007, 11:28, Reply)