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I bought a brand new 1989 Mustang GT near the end of the model year. I ended up waiting for it to come from the factory. I loved that car. Hell, I was in love with that car.In late 1991 I was driving from Tallahassee, FL, heading west on I-10 on my home in Pensacola. For whatever reason, we left Tallahassee pretty late: it was after midnight. Once I was on the Interstate, I noticed that there was no traffic at all. I had driven ten miles and not a single vehicle in either direction. I thought to myself, "Self, this can be the boring four hour drive that it usually is at 55 MPH, or you can be home in under half that time." Self and I debated this for another mile or so and then Self took over.The speedos on these cars only went up to 85 MPH. (I know, pretty stupid, right?) I had her wound up to where the needle was at about 7:00 on a clock face. Using mile markers I timed myself to calculate speed. I was doing 1 mile in just under 30 seconds, and 2 miles at about the 56 second mark. Well, I like round numbers and I know that 1 mile in 1 minute is 60 MPH. So, 2 miles in under 1 minute means 120 MPH. With roughly 4 seconds before hitting the 1 minute mark, I guesstimated I was doing about 125 MPH.After 30 minutes or so, I saw a car coming from the other direction. My radar detector made a strangled single chirp sound and then went silent. When I looked, I saw taillights in my mirrors. As the lights disappeared, it looked like the car was driving in the median. Not my problem. I kept the needle at the same spot. About 15 minutes later I saw headlights in my rearview mirror a few times, but they would disappear as the highway curved or because of hills. I sort of figured it was a cop, but no blue lights. I kept going.I had just gotten on the Appalachicola River bridge when the FHP hit his blue lights. It is a bridge with no place to stop. I hit my flashers to acknowledge his presence and pulled off into the emergency lane once the bridge ended. Here is a transcript of how the interaction between me and the FHP officer went:FHP: Hello, sir. Do you have any idea how fast you were going?Me: Yes, sir. Some idea, but I am not 100% sure.FHP: What is that supposed to mean?Me: Well, I am not going to tell you how fast I think I was going. You can tell me how fast I was going, though. (Pleasant tone with a little humor mixed in just because.)FHP: Sir, I had you at 120 MPH.Me: You should probably get your radar recalibrated. (Big smile.)FHP: Is there any reason you were driving so fastMe: Just trying to get home sooner than ordinary. I have to be at work at 6:45 A.M.FHP: So, you do know how fast you were going?Me: Since I could only use the rate times distance formula to calculate, I rounded things off to get an idea. So your radar needs to be calibrated; unless the mile markers are less than a mile apart. (Still using pleasant tone with a little humor mixed in just because.)FHP: Sir, I am in a Mustang and I drive a 1991 Mustang GT. The speedometers go to 140 MPH. So you should not need to calculate anything.Me: You are correct, the SSP Mustang has a calibrated 160 MPH speedometer and the GT has a 140 MPH speedometer starting in the model year 1990. Mine is a 1989 and only goes up to 85 MPH.FHP: Bullshit.Me: Look! I am not kidding you. I have tried to get my dealer to replace this one with the 140 MPH one, but they will not do it.FHP: (Looks at speedometer.) That is stupid. These cars are not happy under 90 MPH.Me: Yeah, I know.FHP: Any reason you kept up that speed when you saw me cut through the median?Me: I did not know the car was FHP. There were no blue lights flashing.FHP: Well, 120 in a 55 is reckless driving in Florida.Me: I know. But, is it the intent of that law to protect other vehicles on the road and not necessarily the person doing that speed?FHP: I am not sure about the intent, but that sounds reasonable.Me: Did you pass anyone as you caught up to me, or has anyone passed us since we stopped?FHP: No, but that does not really matter.Me: I put nobody else in jeopardy, other than me and my passenger.FHP: Again, not sure how that matters.Me: I suppose not. What time did your radar pick up my speed?FHP: 2:15 A.M., sir.Me: OK. So, how are you going to explain the time on the ticket showing what time it was when issued versus when you clocked me?FHP: I am not sure what you are driving at, but it is now 2:46 A.M.Me: No, sir. It is 1:46 A.M.FHP: (Looks at watch.) Sir, your clock is wrong.Me: Nope. My clock is set to Central Time. When we crossed over the Appalachicola River, we entered the Central Time Zone. So, how are you going to explain clocking my speed 30 minutes after you write the ticket?FHP: Good point. Are you planning on contesting the ticket?Me: Not really sure. It would be kind of fun doing the math for the judge and showing there is no way the ticket could be valid based on the times. Right?FHP: (Laughing..) Sir, slow down and be safe.I think a lot of what a law enforcement officer does is dictated by how you interact with them. If you are friendly and non-confrontational, things are going to go a lot smoother. Keeping a friendly tone and pointing out an excuse for them to let you go is only saving them paperwork. It is not 100% effective. However, I have gotten out of a lot more than I have received.

The answer to this question is named Hank Earl Carr[1] . Mister Carr shot and killed his girlfriend’s son with an SKS rifle. When the police showed up he was very cooperative with police claiming that it was an accident. The detectives in the case felt sorry for him so while they did cuff him, they cuffed him in the front. On they way to the police station he pulled one of the detective’s gun because he was cuffed in the front. He killed them both then went on to shoot a FHP officer. They cornered him in at a gas station and killed him. But back to the question no matter how cooperative they are, they can be - and are - dangerous. You never know what people are thinking.Footnotes[1] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFdspQjuxZ8

I bought a brand new 1989 Mustang GT near the end of the model year. I ended up waiting for it to come from the factory. I loved that car. Hell, I was in love with that car.In late 1991, I was driving from Tallahassee, FL, heading west on I-10 towards my home in Pensacola, FL. For whatever reason, we left Tallahassee pretty late: it was after midnight. Once I was on the Interstate, I noticed that there was no traffic at all. I had driven ten miles and not a single vehicle in either direction. I thought to myself, "Self, this can be the boring four-hour drive that it usually is at 55 MPH, or you can be home in under half that time." Self and I debated this for another mile or so, and then Self took over.The speedometers on those cars only went up to 85 MPH. (I know, pretty stupid, right?) I had her wound up to where the needle was at about 7:00 on a clock face. Using mile markers, I timed myself to calculate speed. I was doing 1 mile in just under 30 seconds, and 2 miles at about the 56-second mark. Well, I like round numbers, and I know that 1 mile in 1 minute is 60 MPH. So, 2 miles in under 1 minute means 120 MPH. With roughly 4 seconds before hitting the 1-minute mark, I guesstimated I was doing about 125 MPH.After 30 minutes or so, I saw a car coming from the other direction. My radar detector made a strangled single chirp sound and then went silent. When I looked, I saw brake lights in my mirrors. As the lights disappeared, it looked like the car was driving in the median. Not my problem. I kept the needle at the same spot. About 15 minutes later, I saw headlights in my rearview mirror a few times, but they would disappear as the highway curved or because of hills. I sort of figured it was a cop, but no blue lights. I kept going.I had just gotten on the Apalachicola River bridge when the FHP hit his blue lights. It is a bridge with no place to stop. I hit my flashers to acknowledge his presence and pulled off into the emergency lane once the bridge ended. Here is a transcript of how the interaction between the FHP officer and me went:FHP: Good morning, sir. Do you have any idea how fast you were going? I need your license, registration, and insurance, please.Me: Yes, sir. Some idea, but I am not 100% sure.FHP: What is that supposed to mean?Me: Well, I am not going to tell you how fast I think I was going. You can tell me how fast I was going, though. (Pleasant tone with a little humor mixed in just because.)FHP: Sir, I had you at 120 MPH.Me: You should probably get your radar recalibrated. (Big smile.)FHP: Is there any reason you were driving so fastMe: Just trying to get home sooner than ordinary. I have to be at work at 6:45 A.M.FHP: So, you do know how fast you were going?Me: Since I could only use the rate times distance formula to calculate, because my speedometer only goes to 85 MPH, I rounded things off to get an idea. So your radar needs to be calibrated; unless the mile markers are less than a mile apart. (Still using pleasant tone with a little humor mixed in just because.)FHP: Sir, my patrol unit is a Mustang, and I drive a 1991Mustang GT. The speedometers go to 140 MPH. So you should not need to calculate anything.Me: Yes, sir, you are correct. The SSP Mustangs have a calibrated 160 MPH speedometer, and the GT has a 140 MPH speedometer starting in the model year 1990. Mine is a 1989 and only goes up to 85 MPH.FHP: Bullspit!Me: Look at it! I am not kidding you. I have tried to get my dealer to replace this one with the 140 MPH one, but they will not do it.FHP: (Looks at speedometer.) Now, that is stupid. These cars are not happy under 90 MPH.Me: Yeah, I know.FHP: Any reason you kept up the speed when you saw me cut through the median?Me: I did not know the car was FHP. No blue lights were flashing. I could not see if you cur through the median.FHP: Well, 120 in a 55 is reckless driving in FL.Me: I know. But, is it not the intent of that law to protect other vehicles on the road and not necessarily the person doing that speed?FHP: I am not sure about the intent, but that sounds reasonable to me.Me: Did you pass anyone as you caught up to me, or has anyone passed us since we stopped?FHP: No, but that does not really matter.Me: Maybe not, but I put nobody else in jeopardy, other than my passenger and meFHP: I am not sure how that matters.Me: I suppose it does not — wait, what time did your radar pick up my speed?FHP: Right at 2:15 A.M., sir.Me: OK. So, how are you going to explain the time discrepancy on the ticket when issued?FHP: I am not sure what you are driving at, but it is now 2:46 A.M.Me: No, sir. It is 1:46 A.M.FHP: (Looks at watch.) Sir, your clock is wrong.Me: Nope. I have my clock set to Central Time. When we crossed over the Apalachicola River, we entered the Central Time Zone. So, how are you going to explain clocking my speed 30 minutes after you write the ticket?FHP: Good point. Are you planning on contesting the ticket?Me: I am not sure. It would be kind of fun doing the math for the judge and showing that there is no way the ticket could be valid based on the times. Right?FHP: (Laughing…) Sir, slow down and be safe.I think a lot of what a law enforcement officer does is dictated by how you interact with them. If you are friendly and non-confrontational, things are going to go a lot smoother. Keeping a cordial tone and pointing out an excuse for them to let you go is only saving them paperwork. It is not 100% effective. However, I have gotten out of a lot more than I have received.