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The two answers already posted from Eli Webb and Harris Rashid contain excellent suggestions.One caveat: IF there are coyotes where you live, it's probably not a good idea to put the litter box out. The odor can attract those predators. Unfortunately coyotes are becoming increasingly common in the US.Here are a few other suggestions.It's very important to check (personally, if possible) with neighbors who may have garden sheds/garages/cellars with exterior doors the cat could have entered and gotten trapped. That does happen with curious or scared cats.Of course, you'll also want to check with local shelters/pounds. If you are close to a dividing line (say a county line in the US) you may want to check with shelters across the line.If the cat is microchipped, is the info up to date? If it's not current, you should be able to update it now assuming you can find your paperwork. The chip itself only contains a unique number that is tied to your contact information stored in the database. Contact information isn't stored on the chip itself. If it can be updated and needs to be, act quickly.Is the cat wearing a collar with a rabies tag? In the US those give a vet's name. If that's the case for your area, definitely notify the vet who gave the shot that the cat is lost in case anyone finding the cat calls them. Do this even if you've changed vets. (I realize cats often don't wear collars. And if they do, they should be the breakaway type.) I'd also take a poster to any nearby vet offices even if you don't use those offices.Normally lost cats don't go too far. (Intact males are an exception.) Sometimes though cats jump into parked vehicles with open windows and can end up farther away. So don't neglect any leads, however unlikely.When you walk around calling your cat, listen carefully for meows. Call, then listen, call, then listen.The other answers are correct you need to actively search vs simply hoping for the best.Good luck!

Considering I normally write about Chess, I’m going to assume that you want memories OTHER than just chess memories.But, Chess is the first one I have to go to.I have vivid memories of my first chess tournament, which was held in late February or early March of 1993, about three months shy of my 10th birthday. It was the 14th Tazewell County Scholastic tournament.I was in the youngest division for 3-4 graders, and I could still remember being in awe of the older students, particularly the 7th and 8th graders, as to to me they look like semi-adults. It’s amazing how age changes your perspective when now many 7-8 graders look like 4th graders.I really didn’t have any idea how I would do – especially since the kids from Washington elementary school were heavily favored. Although, heavily favored by whom exactly? While they might put Texas kiddie football on ESPN, I doubt there were any real “analysts” making predictions about elementary school chess back in 1993. Some of the other kids were nervous about playing chess from other schools, but strangely I think it had the opposite effect on me. I think I felt comfortable in the anonymity of it, and could win or lose without judgment or expectations.Because I was a child who focused almost totally on what others thought and made little allowance to what I thought of myself, the result was that I really had almost no expectations whatsoever. If only that were true of the various groups of parents involved…The Morton club had a “sort-of” rivalry with the Washington Chess club, which is more to say that the parents of the Washington children imagined a rivalry with those of Morton. I think this was because Washington wanted to BE Morton in terms of social-economic status, but their township shared too much real-estate with East Peoria to ever have the same upper middle class reputation. Some of these parents took their grade school chess VERY seriously.It was said (whether or not this was true I don’t know) the Washington Panthers had a coach, and not only that, but they had chess clocks, score sheets, and black chess team T-shirts with orange wildcat logos and everything! I still remember seeing those shirts and remembering the intimidation factor. Whispers were they would travel and play in NATIONALLY RATED tournaments run by the US Chess Federation. This sounded impressive and elite, and we were too young to realize you can go to tournament to be nationally ranked only to find out how much you stink.Though looking back, it is generally true that tournaments run by the USCF with national ratings do tend to be better than those run by school districts or municipalities. There is more at stake, so it attracts more serious from a wider area – that is, those willing (or with parents willing) to pay to have names on a national rating list.2018’s online announcement for the Tazewell County scholastic tournament is still 95% cut and pasted from the one in the Newspapers 25 years ago… (the Webbs still organize it).Georgetown Middle School and the Greater Peoria Chess Federation will be sponsoring the 39th Annual Tazewell County Chess Tournament on Saturday, February 17, 2018 in Marquette Heights. Tazewell County students in grades three through eight will compete at Georgetown Middle School…Each grade level is a separate contest (with the exception of a 3rd/4th combination) with awards for the top ten individuals at that grade level. Trophies will be awarded for the top three individuals and a medallion for each in 4th through 10th place at their grade level. Pupils must register at their own grade level. A maximum of 64 individuals for each grade level has been set with five rounds to be played. An adult is to supervise his or her own players. Schools do not need to have a chess club for students to participate, and individual entries are welcome.We will follow the schedule listed as much as possible; however, participants will be notified when each round is beginning: 8:30 Participants arrive and check in 9:00 First round begins 9:45 Second round 10:30 Third round 11:30-12:00 Lunch (Pupils may bring a sack lunch and concessions will be available.) 12:00 Fourth round 12:45 Fifth round 1:30 Awards Scheduled times may vary depending on length of time needed to finish some games.A fee of $4:00 per entrant is to be sent with the registration with the check made payable to Georgetown Middle School. We do not use Chess Federation rating and do not need a school rank.My mother remarked, “Four Dollars, that’s what they charged in 1993!” She would know.The good people of Tazewell County would not make their tournament a USCF rated tournament for the main reason to keep it to a manageable four dollars per student, with USCF annual membership costing over twenty dollars per pupil. As a result, they also would not use chess clocks and students did not have to take notation, which apparently Washington parents complained was a ‘competitive advantage’ against their students used to doing both. I have heard through the grapevine from Morton parents that apparently Washington parents are STILL an issue for volunteer arbiters when they volunteer to help run the years tournaments. I think I would pay money to watch my friend Daniel Garrett patiently explain to patronizing Washingtonian helicopter parents that NOT forcing 3rd graders (who’ve never even used a check clock before) to take chess annotation does not constitute a competitive advantage.One of the things I remember most was the big tables set up in the cafeteria. Front and center were beautiful chess trophies, not too big you understand, but for me, who as an individual had never done better than a participation trophy his whole life, were some of the most beautiful things I had ever seen – shiny, elusive validations of self-worth. With the trophies for first, second and third place, there were medals for 3rd through 10th place. With almost sixty kids playing in the 3-4 grade level I wondered how much of a shot I had at being one in five.There are only two kinds of people who tend have a nemesis…comic book characters and gradeschoolers. Up until the second grade, my best friend was named Jason Hohulin, who lived in a duplex just around the corner. During the summer after his 2nd Grade year, he moved to Washington, and would start playing chess his 3rd grade year.You know how kids are, though promises were made to keep in touch, neither of us did, so seeing him at the tournament was a very exciting thing! I of course would have loved to pick things right where we left off, but he gave me the cold shoulder. If you watch the movie Searching For Bobby Fischer you will see that many coaches of chess children will encourage them to have disdain for their opponents, or maybe it was just because I was from Morton and as a player on the Washington team he couldn’t afford to look disloyal. Maybe he was hurt that I never called or wrote.After being rejected, I went back to my Morton comrades (who generally didn’t like me very much) and found them surprisingly supportive. They were the enemy and we had to band together after all. It was a welcome change to normal 4th grade indignities. Whispers went around… “you KNOW Jason Hohulin, he’s supposed to be the strongest 4th grader on the Washington Team”.“Team”… they had a chess club at their elementary schools. Seriously people.But back then, this was VERY serious business. This was 1993, and we still (mostly) had the Goonies mindset of the 1980s. What was a trivial scholastic competition was now a territorial and culture war (for us) of ultimate and epic proportions. It was apocalypse NOW and we were in our own Vietnam. It’s amazing how hard core marine I felt at that moment considering I had yet to even learn the “f”- word.I’m amazed at how much I didn’t think about things back then. I was relaxed and had no serious expectations to win. I had no idea if I was good or not. Jason Coal was the strongest 4th grader at Lincoln school but it was only we Lincoln schools kids who even had a weekly club.I won my first two games with a surprising amount of ease, mostly due to the fact that I didn’t hang pieces and I had a fairly strong eye for when others hung pieces. But I also had a secret weapon: Several weeks before the chess tournament, Mr. Coal showed us on a demonstration point the four move checkmate commonly known as “Scholar’s Mate” or the “Four-Move Checkmate”. In all variations, the basic idea is the same: the queen and bishop combine in a simple mating attack on f7. Scholar’s Mate, however, was not my secret weapon. Watching Mr. Coal’s demonstration led me to a very simple realization. If Queen bishop battery trick works taking the pawn on f7, why can’t it work on h7? My secret weapon was that I became aware that a castled King was not completely safe, something not typically in the mind of a fourth grader.The first game with the black pieces I won with a Queen-Bishop battery on mating the castled King with Qxh2. I have no memory of the second game, but I remember winning easily. In round three I had a draw, resulting from the fact I didn’t know how to checkmate with a lone King and a rook. I know I had the white pieces, because I still see in my mind trying to figure out what I needed to do with that solitary yellow rook. I can also still see that opponent in my mind. He was blonde, wore glasses, and was on the heavier side. He was very nice, and took the draw very good naturally (he wasn’t from Washington) though I imagine getting the draw in the circumstances might have been a bit of a relief. It’s too bad I didn’t get his name or his phone number, I think we could’ve been friends.Lunch consisted of a peanut butter and honey sandwich and a small baggie of chips with a diet Big K lemon lime soda kept in a special cooler to keep it cold.Round 4 would be my first dose of anxiety, but it wasn’t anything significant. Strangely enough, I had no concept in my mind that I was doing very well. Part of the issue was (I think) that I didn’t really consider the idea there were only five games. Being 2 ½ after 3 would put me on a higher board, but I had no concept of that at the time. Had I know I was in the running for a Trophy, I might have been a lot more nervous. Also, I wasn’t aware this was five round tournament, so I really understand that we were moving towards the end.My anxiety was NOT that I was playing for a trophy, but rather, that the kid across from me was wearing a Washington T-Shirt, with its intimidating orange wildcat logo against the black background. I saw his coach give him a special handshake and a hug. (Chaperones could give hugs to children back then) and he (the kid not the adult) swaggered to the board. I for one, did not have any swagger. I do remember Jason Hohulin, sitting across from me and to the left, giving a nod of somber supportive to his comrade clad in black.The game, however, was not the difficult battle that I anticipated. I remember thinking to myself that this was my third game with the black pieces, and that I was dominating. I remember thinking how In fact, it was a game that I remember dominating from beginning to end. I was now 3 ½ out of 4, and I still remember not having any pressure.In between rounds I remember using linked Gameboys to play vs. Tetris against Seth Vendon and Steve Daugherty. Seth Vendon was a badass. Steve Daugherty was a nice kid. My father told me his dad was a good guy too. Although nowadays during tournaments I’m thinking about my last game or worried about my next one, at nine I was too focused on video games to even think about anything else. There was, however, drama going on in the background that I would only find out about much later.At the top of the standings, there were four players who stood at 4 or 3½ after four rounds. To the displeasure of the Washington parents in attendance, 3 out of 4 of them were from Lincoln school in Morton. Generally, when possible, tournament directors would prefer to keep kids from playing members of their own local club, but only much as the Swiss System can allow. With two Lincoln school kids at 4 and only one Washington kid at four, it seemed to make sense to many parents that kids from the same school should not play each other at the top board. When the pairings were announced as two Morton kids would be playing at the top board, some Washington parents were furious. But, in each case, the four players the Morton kids had beaten had better overall scores than the undefeated player from Washington. The TD was able to win over the Washington parents with a compromise. If two players were to finish 5-0, they would share first place and flip a coin for the trophy, and make another first place trophy if they insisted.Now, the Washington kid only had to beat the 3½ point kid for a chance at first place. All this wonderful parent participation happened in the playing hall/gym away from the cafeteria, where I was happily eating skittles and playing Tetris. Good times. I know for a fact that my own parents would never be involved in such shenanigans, and looking back, I think I’m glad they weren’t there. My parents always worked on Saturday, and being away from them also meant that I really didn’t have pressure to perform.I remember going to the board for the last game. It was only then that I realized I was playing on the second board, but I hadn’t quite grasped what that meant. I didn’t begin to realize the seriousness of the situation until I saw Jason Hohulin already waiting at the board.You know how kids are. In the greater cosmos there probably couldn’t have been anything more trivial, but for us, this was a drama of beyond Shakespearean proportions, a tale of blood feud and betrayal, and at the time it couldn’t help but feel as if there were larger forces at work, like the meeting was preordained. For the briefest of moments, in the narrative of my mind, it felt like being in a legend out of Greek mythology, there being no coincidence, but only fate. How much more abundant could living be if one could maintained such richness of imagination!Interestingly enough, I don’t think I even thought about what would happen if I would win. Helpfully though, I also hadn’t thought about what anyone would say if I lost. To this day I think that lack of knowledge might have been a serious competitive advantage – while I have the distinct impression that my opponent knew exactly what he was playing for.Looking back, judging from the content of the last game, I still don’t whether or not that day if I had been lucky or over-performed. I can tell you with near certainty that Jason was a stronger player than I as he dominated the game from the very beginning. What I wouldn’t give to know the moves of that fateful game! If the game had ended differently, I might not have remembered it at all. I have thought long and hard about trying to recreate the game from the memories I had from being nine years old. I know I had the white pieces. I know I must have played e4, though back then I would have still just said it was the king’s pawn forward two squares. I remember my opponent having an active black queen which quickly shattered by queenside. I remember struggling to defend my King, and I remember thinking that my only remaining chance was to use my secret weapon.While I can’t remember the game score, I think it went something like this:Tuhy,Micah – Hohulin, Jason1. e4 d5 2. exd5 Qxd5 3. Nc3 Qa5 4. d4 e6 5. Qf3 Bb46. Be2 Bxc3+ 7. bxc3 Qxc3+ 8. Bd2 Qxa1+ 9. Bd1 Qxa2 10. Ne2 Ne711. Nc3 Qa5 12. O-O O-O 13. Be2 Nbc6 14. Bd3 Nd5 15. Qe4 Nxc3White to move.16. Qxh7 mateI have the distinct impression that the real game was actually a lot more sloppy and unsophisticated than the one presented above, but I know that the finish is pretty close. I also remember the center of the board being more crowded, but my memory is so fragmentary! The feeling that I can remember most is disbelief, checking and double checking the mate even as I played it and announced it on the board. I’m not sure who was more in shock, myself or Jason Hohulin, who did not let up on his silent treatment.Jason Coal, the strongest chess player in 4th grade, had won his game handily against a fellow Morton third grader. I don’t remember his name, but I know he also used to live on Marshall avenue not too far from my house. His house was across the street and a few houses over from Jason Coal. I don’t know why, but the idea of me having done really well STILL hadn’t click in my brain. I think it’s because the idea of being of winner, (much less winning a trophy) was so far from my experience that it all still hadn’t clicked.Do you think I placed?” I remember asking Jason Coal. “You placed” he said with certainly, I think both being annoyed and having compassion on my ignorance, and had to explain that after 4 ½ out of 5, I was a shoo-in for second place. I had both joy and repetitive disbelief at my success “I came in second place? Really?!” I wonder if this made me come off as bad winner. But… I was going to get a trophy…a NICE trophy…I couldn’t believe it that I, Micah Tuhy, who no one ever called by his first name…was going to get to go up on stage and get a trophy. Not only that, but second place seemed EXTRA triumphant, after all, I had gone through the whole tournament without a loss, so even though I was second, I also had the accomplishment of being unbeaten. It felt like it was the first time I had ever accomplished anything.So it was that Lincoln Grade School managed to capture 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 5th in the third and fourth grade division. Hohulin had technically had won shared 3rd with 4/5, but after losing on board two, (and looking quite shaken up by the loss) he quietly took his 4th place medal and went home. I can say however, that Hohulin would redeem himself and score 5/5 and take first place in the county the next year.The most memorable moment of that day the next year was watching a fifth grade Jason Hohulin going up on stage to receive his first place trophy to a roar of shouts and jubilation. That moment too, felt fated, like it was part of an epic story. He and I didn’t meet over the board that day, but I think our eyes met, as he held up his trophy exultantly to the crowd. Maybe my being a bad winner the previous year had made Jason’s fifth grade victory all the sweeter – I hope so, if it made the story and experience all the more worthwhile.Returning to that spring of 1993, it might (emotionally speaking) always be the highlight of my chess “career”. Having only begun playing chess about six months before, I don’t think my parents had any real expectations about my participating in the chess tournament, for good or ill.I had always been an intelligent but underperforming student due to lack of an attention span, and to my parents credit, they were never ones to live vicariously by my success or failure in extra-curricular activities. When I told my father I had gotten second place, I couldn’t believe how excited I was – but I think the highlight of the day was just how excited and happy HE was. It remains one of two times I remember my father telling me he was proud of me (verball) and it may have been the only time my father ever showered praise upon me. He kept telling me in the car, over and over that he was proud of me. A few weeks later, my father would buy me Chessmaster 2000 for our Macintosh (which trust me, a 45$ purchase was not insignificant in 1993).My parents were not the type to based professions of their love based upon performance, but considering my parents frequently told me they loved me no matter what after reading report cards with voices filled with disappointment – such statements often felt like my parents love was an obligation based on biological obligation rather than any innate value in me.It was the first time my parents love or affection had a purpose that felt something more than a biological accident. When my father heaped praises upon me for the first time, in truth it was all so overwhelming and foreign I think I was largely too numb to be able to enjoy the experience, locked inside my own head. And yet it happened, and a good memory, as Dostoevsky writes in Brothers Karamazov, can sometimes be enough to save one’s soul:You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life, he is safe to the end of his days, and if one has only one good memory left in one's heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us.This has also been my experience.Epilogue:Not all answers have to be about chess. I also had a lot of fun with Monopoly and Mouse Trap!My childhood friends Karsten and Kahlin featured an ongoing game of monopoly that lasted all summer. I think somehow we have acheived a perfect triumvirate of economic balance which kept any of us from getting enough of an advantage to win.My earliest memories with a board game, if it can be called that, is Mouse Trap!First of all, for a child the game looked so colorful and intricate, and yet as a playable game even at 5 I was able to participate! More great memories included watching my father get frustrated trying to put it together, making the whole delicate (intentionally flawed) rube goldberg machine try to work. He later turned it into a lesson about how things need to all work together.

If you check on the right side of the page where it says related questions you can find it there in blue letters.The question: “As a police officer, what was your most memorable traffic stop?”I researched it for you. You posted on December 8 and if you scroll down you will be about 15 answers below this, there are a total of 42 answers.Answer42 AnswersChristopher Finch, PhD Theology, Historian, Drummer, Stargazer, DeistUpdated Dec 26, 2017 · Upvoted by Michael Jones, JD Civil Rights & Labor, University of Colorado Law School (2017) and Olivia Deborah Lagutaris LaRosa, J.D. Law & International Trade Law, University of California, Hastings College of the Law (2004)As a CSI, I get a marked city vehicle that I get to drive home because I am on call 24/7. There was one traffic stop in particular that stands out above all others. Here’s the true story…I was on interstate I-59 heading home after work one night and was passing where interstate I-459 merges. An old, blue pickup truck merged into my lane and took off. I let out a sigh, and accelerated to try to catch him. I was going to flash my blue lights as a warning to slow down and leave it at that. Anyway, the guy was flying! He was doing well over 100 mph. I do not like to drive that fast as it puts me and everyone else at risk. Fortunately, it was late at night with very little traffic, so I just kept the truck in sight. I got on the radio so that units further up might be able to intercept him.The next exit was about 2 miles up the road. I saw the truck get off at that exit, so I exited as well. He was stopped at a red light, and that allowed me to get behind him and turn my blue lights on. When I approached the vehicle, I could see that his hands were on top of the steering wheel, and he was shaking something fierce. He knew that he had screwed up.I asked him what on Earth possessed him to drive that fast. He said that he was really tired after working two jobs, and was just trying to get home to his wife and kids. I asked for his license and insurance and told him to sit tight. I went back to my car and ran his information through the system. He had no warrants, so I sat and thought for a minute.I could write him a ticket for reckless driving, but the end result would be that he would have his license suspended, and that would put a hardship on his family if he could not get to work. It’s hard enough to pay the bills and put food on the table. If he could not pay the ticket, then a judge would put out a warrant for his arrest, and then daddy goes to jail while his kids watch and cry. It was in that moment that I decided to take a different approach.I went back up to his window and said the following: “I want you to relax and listen. I am not writing you a ticket tonight. I am not taking you to jail nor impounding your car.” The guy broke down into tears. I continued with, “What I have done is flagged your name, driver license number, and tag number in the system. For the next 6 months, you have to be the best driver on the road. If you get stopped for any reason, that officer will see that red flag and can immediately arrest you. Do you understand?” He was so grateful and repeatedly apologized for his speeding. He swore up and down that he would never do something so stupid again.Here’s the kicker…my flagging his information in the state system was a lie! We can’t actually do that. However, that’s not the point.The officers that heard me initially on the radio eventually caught up to me and asked about the incident. When I told them what I did, some of them said they would have written that ticket so fast it would set the paper on fire. To which I replied, “Yes, but what do you think serves the greater good in society? Causing someone to lose household income as well as their license, or making them a much safer driver for the next 6 months? I am a police officer, not a revenue officer.”Addendum: some have asked me how I came about having this particular mindset as a police officer. I can sum that answer up with one picture:Picture source: personal fileMany officers have died trying to protect and serve the citizens of the USA. It would be dishonorable for me to let their ultimate sacrifice be in vain. I serve for the greater good of society, not some politician’s agenda or coffers.206.8k views · View Upvoters · View SharersUpvote· 17.6kShare· 3Carol CarmelIf more officers took this attitude just once in a while and understood that the greater good can...19 more comments from Scott Rainey, Scott Conroy, and moreSponsored by JetBrainsRider: a brand new cross-platform .NET IDE for C# and Unity.Enjoy fast and productive Unity3D development on Windows, Mac, or Linux.DownloadMichael R. Grimler, former CA POST Level 1 Reserve Deputy Sheriff at Orange County Sheriffs Department (1983-1992)Updated Aug 23, 2017 · Upvoted by Norbert Szczęch, PhD Law & Constitutional Law, John Paul II Catholic University of Lublin (2008)My First Felony Car StopFirst some background… Before I became a reserve deputy sheriff for OCSD, I was a typical driver on Orange County freeways. On occasion, I’d see roadside activity during which cops would be pointing their guns at cars or people they’d stopped, or they’d be fighting with someone, leaning over someone who was on the ground, etc., and I’d drive by, rubbernecking and saying to myself, “Geez…sure wish I knew what was going on!”Soon after I finished my field training for the Uniform Patrol Reserve Unit, I was working a swing shift in the county area of the City of Orange, ...(more)Upvote· 480481ShareScott KerwinGreat story. And thanks for your service.9 more comments from Niall MacDonagh, Kristine Silver, and moreRelated Spaces (More Answers Below)Discover More SpacesJames Webb, Tactics, firearms and defense trainer, Supervisor at Government Organization (1984-present)Updated Sep 24, 2017 · Upvoted by Norbert Szczęch, PhD Law & Constitutional Law, John Paul II Catholic University of Lublin (2008) and Eamon O'Kelly, Over two decades practicing law in U.S. courts.I’ve had plenty, but probably the one that makes me smile the most is one memorable occasion when my partner and I were working a crime suppression detail in full uniform, but in an unmarked car. This allowed us to creep up on criminals and catch them in the act. So one night we are at a traffic light on a major thoroughfare and the light turns red. When the light turns green, we cautiously enter the intersection, when all of a sudden, the car behind us starts honking their horn and making obscene gestures out the window. It’s clear that he’s one of those self important jackasses that’s in ...(more)Upvote· 10.3kShare· 1Dmitriy GenzelThis reminds me of a story I’ve read, where somewhere in Russia during the 90s, when the Russian ...3 more comments from Alan Sargeant, Chuck Cornell, and moreSponsored by ZibtekCustom apps for business from $30k.Get your free consultation now.Start NowRelated QuestionsWhy are police cars parked at an angle when making a traffic stop?Are police officers often nervous during routine traffic stops?What is the most embarrassing moment of your life?Tom Watkins, former Technology, Management, R&D, Economics Consultant at BDM, Inc. (1988-2008)Updated Sep 27 · Upvoted by Olivia Deborah Lagutaris LaRosa, J.D. Law & International Trade Law, University of California, Hastings College of the Law (2004) and Norbert Szczęch, PhD Law & Constitutional Law, John Paul II Catholic University of Lublin (2008)While I was in the Navy, I moonlighted as a cop at two of my duty stations. One was on Guam. A small island 8x32 miles was divided into several small patrol districts with one cop to each district, I was one of only two cars that were allowed to roam the whole island. My car was a VASCAR and I was the official “accident investigator.” It was a lot of fun, exciting and kept me busy.One night we heard a call for backup at a local bar. There was a fight—not at all uncommon—but the district cop said he had been hurt so we rushed to aid him. The problem was a very drunk Samoan was picking fights...(more)Upvote· 1kShare· 1RecommendedAllJay McMullan, studied at University of Houston–Victoria (1990)Updated Jan 1I was never an actual certified LEO but I did CSI photography for the Sheriff’s Dept. where I grew up for a few years and when I went back to university, I worked in a jail plus set up and ran their photo lab. I would go to school from 8am to 1:30pm Monday through Friday. When I wasn’t in school (holidays, summer break, etc.) I worked as armed security at the university.I was friends with all of the officers and one night, the one working the area of the university called that he was at a convenience store right across from the school. There was a car wash behind the store and he was out wi...(more)Upvote· 2829ShareJay McMullanThanks for the correction. I was not aware that FL was not a proper abbreviation for Florida!Alan Atkinson, Security Guard (2004-present)Answered Dec 9, 2018 · Upvoted by Norbert Szczęch, PhD Law & Constitutional Law, John Paul II Catholic University of Lublin (2008)Not a cop, but I gave one a traffic stop he’d probably rather forget.About six months before this event (this was 1989 or so) I was being given a lift by a friend in her car (a little Daihatsu). We were out on the highway, doing the speed limit, and a car tucked right in behind her. Really close. She didn’t like that, so she increased speed a little. He kept right up behind her. She sped up a little more, then a little more, and he stayed right behind her, even when there was a passing lane there. Then he flashed red and blues (it was an unmarked car) and pulled her over. She got a ticket f...(more)Upvote· 112113Share· 1Ele StewartToo bad you didn’t report him anyway. I’m pretty sure that had you provided the time and location...Kate Cassandra, I build stuff; boats, systems, art, etc. at Chimera Fabrication (2011-present)Answered Aug 17, 2017Would you accept a story from the other side? A non-officer who wasn't stopped?In the late ‘90’s I was regularly driving between Corpus Christi TX and Austin TX. The part of the trip between Corpus and San Antonio was on IH 37. 37 was a relatively lightly travelled Interstate, two lanes each way. To be frank it was a pretty boring ride, dead straight, little traffic, little scenery.One time I was driving a newer Jeep Grand Cherkee about 10 over, perhaps 75 mph. That car was actually pretty good on a highway, comfortable, stabile, powerful, nothing like what you think of when you imagine a J...(more)Upvote· 9192ShareRecommendedAllDave Hollenbeck, former Officer at California Highway Patrol (1971-2002)Updated Nov 5 · Upvoted by Niclas Olovsson, M.S.; B.A Law & Informatics, Umeå University (1999)THIS IS THE WAY IT OFTEN http://WORKS.My partner and I are going South on I-15. I am driving. We see two cars stopped on the right side. We pull in behind them (In the California Highway Patrol, if you refuse to stop for or neglect a disabled motorist—You can be fired). They both start out.O KWe go out to the #2 lane (#1 is the fast-left of 4 lanes) The trailing car pulls beside us in #3. A man in Civilian Clothes, extends his arm-with a badge in his hand and yells “I AM SAN DIEGO P D—THEY WERE PISSING ON THE FREEWAY!!”WE stop the leading car==still going in #4 lane. Partner’s turn to contact. He ...(more)Upvote· 520521ShareRecommendedAllJohn Smith, former Park Ranger Aide at Utah State Parks (1998-2001)Updated Nov 22, 2017I was a Park Ranger Aide for several summers at a state park about 100 miles from the big city. The park received some 700,000 visitors every summer, mostly city folk there to enjoy the reservoir and well-maintained campgrounds. On busy weekends I rode with the Park Rangers helping to enforce park rules and deal with rowdy drunks. As a non-law-enforcement officer, my only weapon was a 4-D-Cell Maglite, which the rangers had taught to me to hold by the head and rest on my shoulder, ready to swing if necessary.One holiday weekend, after an uneventful and quiet night, we were inside of the off...(more)Upvote· 122123ShareTim BreenYeah, definitely memorable! ;-)Dolly Gray, former Detective. Ex-Royal Navy Petty OfficerAnswered Dec 14My example was about 18 years ago in the U.K.One evening I pulled up at lights behind another vehicle. Nothing sus at this point. Lights turn green and the car in front moved off just a little bit too quickly for my liking and those Spidey sense she started to tingle.I made a point of getting up to him quite quickly and he again pulled away just a little bit more than a normal situation would be called for. By this point it had taken him to a little bit over the legal limit (30) so I pulled him over.Driver gets out and I ask for his details and he gives me his name (which later turned out t...(more)Upvote· 560561ShareRecommendedAllJames Smith, former Retired Maritime and land based SWAT Officer in Maryland (2001-2014)Updated Aug 26, 2017Years ago when I was assigned to Patrol it was about 6pm on a summer afternoon in Maryland. I saw an older model car all over the road crossing both lines several times. I knew, without a doubt, that the operator was drunk. I pulled the vehicle over on the side of the highway and as I was approaching the car I saw thru the back window that there were tools on the seat (construction type tools). My thoughts when I saw that was that this guy must have gotten off of work and knocked down some beer before coming http://home.As I make contact with the driver and identified myself I see that the driver ...(more)Upvote· 491492ShareRecommendedAllPete Berre, former Patrolman at Wichita Falls, TX (1969-1975)Answered Dec 8I was on 2nd shift patrol (3 pm-11 pm) one pleasant spring day. I stopped a man accompanied by his wife for a minor traffic violation. As i usually did, I asked the driver to wait while i went back to my patrol car and checked the registration on his vehicle and checked to see if he was wanted for anything. He did tell me he had just purchased the vehicle. While i was waiting for the dispatcher to respond, i was tapping his driver’s license on the door where the window glass retracted into the door. I tapped once too many times and his drivers license fell inside the door. A terrible sick f...(more)Upvote· 161162Share· 1RecommendedAllCarl Franklin, LEO 14+ years, retired law professor and authorUpdated Jun 13Not enough space to go into all the traffic stops that I consider memorable. Some were memorable because of the action of the person stopped. This includes men who offered me sex in exchange for no ticket and women (more often) who did the same thing. But there is one group that will always be toward the top of my list, and these are cases where danger was involved. Here’s one example of what I http://mean.In mid-1980, A local bad guy had robbed a large gun store in Oklahoma City, taking with him a Thompson 45 machine gun (and a few other guns). Along with the weapons, he had also stolen 2 50 roun...(more)Upvote· 6970ShareRecommendedAllDennis Clinton, Certification Police and Law Enforcement, Reserve Police Academy (1991)Answered Nov 3Told this story before so I’ll be brief…It happened sometime in the mid 90s.I caught 2 cars racing but was only able to stop one in moderate traffic. Occupied 4x. One lady sitting on the lap of the front right male passenger. Another male in the back.I got everybody’s ID and ran them for wants and warrants. Oooo doggie, jackpot! Everybody else was fine except the driver… several warrants, 2 no bail warrants for DUI, a $10K DUI warrant, a couple $500 warrants plus the tickets I wrote for exhibition of speed, open container (open cold beer cans), no seat belt, no liability insurance, no drive...(more)Upvote· 1819ShareRecommendedAllGabriel Bruskoff, filmmaker, creator of Movies Under The SurfaceAnswered Aug 21, 2017My friend told me this story, which I thought was pretty good.A rookie cop was out with some more experienced cops, and they wanted to pop his cherry with his first traffic stop. Now traffic stops can be difficult and it was something he needed to learn how to do, so when they pulled the car over, they told him to give the driver a ticket no matter what. Basically, don’t let his sympathy take over, and don’t be talked out of it.(above is a random photo to prevent the next one from going in Quora’s feed and spoiling the story)So rookie cop walks to the car and gets ready to go through the pr...(more)Upvote· 199200ShareRecommendedAllAdey Hill, It's life Jim, but not as we know itUpdated Dec 30, 2018I was on a night shift one weekend. It was about 2.30 in the morning and snap time (meal break.) Unfortunately, I'd forgotten my pack up. I dropped my colleague at the station and went to a local 24hour petrol station to pick up a sandwich. As I drove along I spot a car and the driving is erratic to say the least. I light the car up but it doesn't stop, it doesn't speed off or anything like that, it simply fails to stop. I continue to follow and after about half a mile of flicking the sirens on and off and honking the horn before the car eventually pulls over.I walked over and opened the dr...(more)Upvote· 133134ShareRecommendedAllJohn Collins, former Pork Chop at United States Navy (1989-1991)Updated Aug 31, 2017Not me, but too good not to share. One of the LawDog Files.The Firing Line ForumsThere was a young man who moved to our town named Frederick who managed to get all over my wrong side in a hurry.Near as I can tell, his mama gave him anything he wanted from the time he learned to point. In her eyes, he could do absolutely no wrong.He was, in plain language, spoiled bloody rotten. Top this with the fact that Frederick was 5 foot, 4 inches tall and the possessor of one well-fed Napoleon Complex, should enable anyone to forsee the trail of smacked-around girlfriends, lost brawls, unreturned rent...(more)Upvote· 1.2kShareTim Dees“Migraine salute?”1 more comment from Stephen FlemingScott Randolph, lives in New Orleans (1965-present)Updated Oct 21, 2018I worked as a Reserve Police Officer for just under 30 years in the downtown area and French Quarter of the City of New Orleans until this past year. Much has happened in this city in terms of relations with the public (with much national coverage of the negative incidents, of course). When necessary, I trained officers, and was out with a young recruit who was from a rural area, and therefore quite amazed by every call in our wondrous and fascinating city. A vehicle from Georgia (plates on front and back, the origin otherwise unimportant) was traveling backwards down a one-way street, down...(more)Upvote· 242243Share· 2RecommendedAllDaniel Schwarz CarigietAnswered Aug 19, 2017 · Upvoted by Norbert Szczęch, PhD Law & Constitutional Law, John Paul II Catholic University of Lublin (2008)As a police officer, what was your most memorable traffic stop?I was never a police officer, but I have a sort of relevant anecdote from my days back in the private Security business. One of the things I used to be asked to do was direct the traffic (I was trained for this and have a licence to do this from the Zurich cantonal police).Anyhow, once upon a time, I stationed on a street leading to a conference centre. There was some big economic thingy going on there. It may have been the Swiss Economic Forum - I forget. It was years ago. Anyhow - I was strictly instructed to not let any vehic...(more)Upvote· 130131ShareRecommendedAllPaul Oscroft, European socialist atheist multicultural minority-rights bleeding-heart liberalAnswered Aug 23, 2017Not a stop as such - but close Enough a callow youth of 20 in the mid-80s, I was still a trainee constable on foot patrol in South London. It was about 01:00 on a wet weekday night, when, from the next street over, I heard a load bang followed by an alarm going off. I knew there was a row of shops in that street so I assumed it was a ‘'ram raid’ - which was just becoming a thing at that time. I called the incident in on my radio, requesting backup, and then ran around the corner to the shops.I was sort of right about it being a ram raid. One of the shop fronts had been completely smashed...(more)Upvote· 4647ShareRecommendedAllDebbie Redikerwhitt, former International Traffic Coordinator at James B LansingAnswered Jun 7, 2018This was crazy. I'm not a police officer but I had an encounter with one that I'm sure was just as memorable for him as it was for me. I had no money at the time, I was broke. The registration on my car was expired, my drivers license was expired and couldn't afford car insurance. I saw this cop up ahead and I new he was going to pull me over if he saw my expired tags, there was no where for me to turn, so I drove past him and he pulled me over. He gave me the ticket and told me I needed to take care of my tags. The very next day I'm at the same spot and the cop is too. Again there is no wh...(more)Upvote· 4647ShareRecommendedAllBobby Tucker, former Police Officer at Charleston Police Department (1992-1994)Answered Oct 27I worked on Team 3 for the Charleston Police Department in Charleston, South Carolina in the early 90s. Our area of responsibility was James Island and Johns Island.Late one hot summer night, about 2am or so, I observed a vehicle with a paper tag traveling north on Folly Road. Folly Road (state highway 171) connects the municipality of Folly Beach to the mainland via James Island.A paper tag is fine, but it is good for only 30 days. Plenty of folks try to keep a perpetual paper tag on a vehicle in order to avoid paying the property and sales taxes due upon registering and tagging the vehicl...(more)Upvote· 56ShareRecommendedAllJim Doherty, Police officer for 20+ years serving at local, state, and federal levels.Answered Jun 5Pulled a guy over who was driving erratically, leading me to believe he was DUI, and called for cover so I’d have a witness to the field sobriety.When I completed the field sobriety, I was quite sure I had PC to arrest, but my cover officer, who had more years on the job, but, as it happened, far less experience with deuces, told me he didn’t think the suspect’s performance justified an arrest.I said, “You don’t think so? His blood/alcohol is 0.12.”“How can you know that without doing blood, breath, or urine?”“Experience,” I said. “Tell you what, I’ll bet you ten bucks that I’m within 0.02 ...(more)Upvote· 210211ShareDavid MaryAha, I knew cops were robots!...2 more comments from Tim Cox, Gary GarvinCharles Sendicker, former Criminal Investigator / Police OfficerUpdated Nov 2, 2017“Routine” traffic stops are the 2nd-most dangerous thing an officer does (the 1st is respond to domestic disputes).Many years ago, I was on patrol with a second officer, and saw a sport sedan coming towards us after dark with no headlights on. Made a u-turn, chased down the offender, lit up the blues, and pulled the car over.I walked up to the car, and to the driver, as trained… close to the body panels, and positioned myself at the B post, just behind the driver. I could see it was a young lady, about the same age as myself. As I started to lean forward to speak to her, a semi-automatic pi...(more)Upvote· 142143ShareJohn DinsmoreThat pretty young thing was a slimeball and was trying to kill you for you being kind enough to p...1 more comment from Quora UserTimothy Wallace, Police Officer w/ EMT Certification, 911 OperatorAnswered Aug 15, 2017One night while on routine patrol i came across a minivan drifting in and out of the double yellows, It was around 3am so naturally i’m assuming i have a DUI on my hands so i called for backup and followed the van until my partner arrived and we proceeded to pull the van http://over.In a million years i never would’ve though i’d see what i did, It was a 11 year old boy and his 10 year old girlfriend.They were running away because the girl parents told them they were too young to date so later that night they made a plan to run away so when the boy parents went to sleep he snatched the keys to the ...(more)Upvote· 181182ShareRecommendedAllVenkata Satish G, Cybersecurity ProfessionalAnswered Aug 30, 2017How about from the driver’s point of view?I was stopped by traffic police for jumping signal which I have not.Traffic police asked me to pay fine but I said I have video evidence that I did not jump. He asked me to show and I took the SD card from my dash camera and showed the above clip on my laptop. He asked me to show it again for 3–4 times and then concluded that I have not jumped the http://signal.In the mean time other traffic policemen gathered around me and were amazed at the video and asked me to show them how the dash camera works. I showed them and also mentioned that I forward the vide...(more)Upvote· 1415ShareRecommendedAllN.C. Barry, Current Police Officer for a medium sized departmentAnswered Jun 12Well… still relatively a “new guy” (5 years on the job)… but one of my first stops on my own. I was a few months out of the academy… made plenty of stops as well as taken calls for service… but this was my first “confrontation”.I made a traffic stop for an expired registration. The tags on the car were like… maybe 3 months out of date… I walked up and said what I always say (still to this day) “Officer XXXXX, I need to see your license and registration please”. Immediately I was met with “I'm not showing you shit, why the fuck did you pull me over, this is some bullshit” etc. Etc.“Woah woah...(more)Upvote· 23ShareRecommendedAllMark Werner, 45 years in police work.Answered Aug 15, 2017About 10 O’clock one morning, I saw a car driving down one of our main streets very erratically. Weaving back and forth, braking abruptly…What, a drunk at this time of day?I stop the car and inside I find a very nervous middle-aged woman driving and three kids of varying ages, the oldest about 18.The woman’s husband had died a few weeks back. She had never learned to drive. So… She was enroute to the nearby park to “learn to drive” with all three kids shouting conflicting directions at her at once.I determined that the oldest kid actually had a driver’s license. I directed these folks to th...(more)Upvote· 2.4kShareRecommendedAllDouglas Coleman, Organizer & license holder for TEDxJacksonville.Answered Dec 18, 2017A story related to me by Fielding West, a magician who was stopped late one night by a police officer in Memphis. In the back of his car were a number of strange looking boxes and a large sack. The officer was suspicious and asked him to get out of the car and then demanded that he be allowed to search the car. Fielding said, “you really don’t want to do that”. This got the officer’s attention and he called for back up and again told Fielding to step back. Fielding again replied, “I’m telling you, you are not going to want to open that sack”. When the other officers arrived, believing they ...(more)Upvote· 6970ShareRecommendedAllGary Nelson, A.A. Police and Law Enforcement & World History (1976)Answered Aug 24, 2017I was running radar on Suitland Parkway Washington DC. (GPS 38.854717, -76.993289). 45 zone. Chap comes through over 90. Lock him up. Search incident to arrest, 95 quarters of Heroin.Gets more interesting. Went to Preliminary Hearing. His Mother put up her house for the chap’s bail. Trial date http://set.My Ex and young son go to Disney World three-ish months later. Had a great time.Back to work. Checked in with the DA and he briefed me the Defendant had another arrest. 400 quarters of Heroin. In Florida. Less than 25 miles from Disney World.Turned out it was merely a small world. Thank God.Shortl...(more)Upvote· 4041ShareRecommendedAllDavid Hill, Disabled Chronic Pain Patient (2004-present)Answered Sep 4, 2018I’m not a cop but this was my most memorable traffic stop.We took a neonate team in our ambulance to pick up a very sick baby. They started ivs, intubated, we got the crew and stretcher loaded and off we go from this more rural hospital to the big hospital downtown. We were running lights and sirens and had the unit floor boarded. As we got on the interstate we picked up a hitchhiker, a car that decided he would ride right behind us. Now we were going at least 95 and this driver was right on our tail. Just as we were going to call in, we passed a trooper who was sitting on the roadside. He ...(more)Upvote· 78ShareRecommendedAllJay Bird, Bachelor’s Criminal JusticeAnswered Aug 26, 20173am in the midwest 20 years ago. Stopped a car being driven by a 13-year-old boy with his 13-year-old friend. Had another officer go to the driver’s house to raise mom. Reports back that mom insisted little Jonny was home, and went back to his room to prove it. “There he is, in bed sleeping!” she says. But what was in bed was rolled up blankets a Halloween mask stuffed with towels for a head! She was quite shocked!78.3k views · View UpvotersUpvote· 1.9kShareKatrina Itab-SpoonerWe pulled that trick a couple of times. Until the night I sneaked back in, pulled off the covers ...Sean McKiernan, Engineer, musician, all around inquisitive fact-loving dude.Answered Oct 18, 2017I’m no longer an active officer, but I did have a simple but memorable stop about 7–8 years ago. I was in traffic in an unmarked Tahoe enroute to a local Timmies coffee shop on a quiet weekday (no jokes please, I happen to enjoy coffee and donuts), and was in the left lane at a red light, second vehicle back from the intersection. The vehicle in front of me had his left turn signal on, but what flagged my interest was the fact that it was 4:30 pm - the posted sign at that intersection prohibited left hand turns between 4:00 and 6:00 pm weekdays. I decided to wait and see what his intentions...(more)Upvote· 1920ShareJames Wyre, 20+ years of trial and admin practice.Answered Sep 22, 2017I am not a cop, but have several friends who have been or are cops. So, officer pulls over guy for a technical violation. Guy gets out and is super squirelly so the cop drags it out for a while to see what is up. After a few mins of admin bs, he says, uh, I need to get into my trunk NOW or we are both dead and then you are gonna arrest me. He stopped the chemical reaction in the portable meth lab in the trunk just in time. The moral of the story? Your community doesn’t need to be wasting their extremely limited police time with stupid crap like weed enforcement (ironically on the rise in re...(more)Upvote· 1516ShareRecommendedAllBill Sandridge, former 5 yrs as dispatcher at Wyandot Co.Sheriff's Office at Marion Power Shovel (1966-1992)Answered Jun 12It wasn't mine but I was a dispatcher at the Wyandot Co Sheriff's Office when the Bucyrus, Ohio State Patrolman had to stop in, and I would hear a lot of their stories, and here is one of their best ones. The Patrolman stoped a woman for speeding and when he walked up to her car door, she rolled down her window and said “ I suppose you want to sell me a ticket to the Policemans Ball” he then told her “ I want you to know that State Patrolman Don't have any BALLS.” She started laughing so hard and loud that the Patrolman walked back to his cruiser and left, without giving her a ticket!135 views · View UpvotersUpvote· 34ShareRecommendedAllRon Angel, studied Electrical and Electronics EngineeringAnswered Aug 24, 2017I am not a police officer but this true police story from newspaper is worth posting!293 views · View UpvotersUpvote· 3233ShareRecommendedAllJayden MedleyAnswered Dec 14I was trying to stop a car for a broken taillight and when I tried to pull it over it sped away from me and then the pursuit was happening the car was going 120 mph and a few minutes the car crashed and I got out of my car with my gun drawn and I said to the driver “get out of the vehicle “then I found out that the driver was a woman that was pregnant and the only reason why she sped off was because she was on her way to the hospital and I called E.M.S to help me out and once the E.M.S came the baby came out and the woman had a boy and the ambulance took the woman to the hospital and I tear...(more)Upvote· 23ShareRecommendedAllKevin DinsdaleAnswered Aug 16, 2017One fine sunny evening, around 7 pm, I was driving down a dual carriageway, in England, when I noticed a car being driven towards me, driving the wrong way. This road was not a main highway, just a route through a small town, I pulled over the vehicle, fully intending to summons the driver for careless driving, or whatever.When I went to the car the occupants were two Nuns, dressed in full Habits!. Yes, they were real, not fancy dress.I let them off with a warning, what else could I do!.4.7k views · View UpvotersUpvote· 5960ShareQuora UserProbably made two good ‘go betweens’ to put in a good word to THE MAN UP STAIRS !T. BIG, works at U.S. Department of Justice (2009-present)Answered Oct 9, 2017Never pulled anyone over because I'm federal, but a good friend of mine who is a deputy sheriff in Milwaukee told me he and his partner pulled a guy over 5 years ago, when they asked him to get out of the car and to come to the front of their car, the man and his female companion we're butt naked covered in a white powder substance. When asking the man and woman what they were covered in they replied saying that they just escaped a drug raid and they got out before the Milwaukee police department raided the place and they ran right into a load of cocaine on their way out.1k views · View UpvotersUpvote· 2930ShareRecommendedAllDrew Cook, former (Retired) Police Officer at City Of Cincinnati Government (1993-2019)Answered Nov 3There were so many routine ones it's hard to think of a really memorable stop, but one of the ones I remember was a lady I stopped for driving in the pre- dawn darkness with her headlights off. When I told her why I stopped her, she very indignantly asked me “Why, is there a problem with that?” I was so stunned by her attitude I just told her to turn her lights on and sent her on her way. I should've tagged her, but I didn't.46 views · Answer requested by John SmithUpvoteShareRecommendedAllChester Willms, Marketing Specialist At IMS AdvertisingAnswered Aug 25I watched a crash happen right in front of me while I was on patrol. Six vehicles, blocking four lanes. It was actually pretty bad. I walked up to one woman on her cell phone right as she got out of her car. "Ma'am, are you hurt?" She replied, "I'm on the phone with 911!" To which I replied, "I am 911!"23 views · View UpvotersUpvote· 12ShareRecommendedAllChuck Sears, Former deputy sheriffAnswered Aug 2, 2018I started in dispatch and was transitioning to patrol. My first night out on the street, I was driving and pulled over a speeding car. I approached on the driver’s side, my partner on the passenger side. I’m running the checklist for traffic stops through my mind as I walked up…..to see one of the most stunningly beautiful women I have ever seen in my life (40+ years later, she is still in the top 3).To make a long story short, she spins me a tale about how her period just started and she was trying to find an open service station with a restroom so she can put in a Tampax. I tell her that’...(more)Upvote· 45ShareRecommendedAll6 Answers Collapsed (Why?)Related QuestionsWhy are police cars parked at an angle when making a traffic stop?Are police officers often nervous during routine traffic stops?What is the most embarrassing moment of your life?Has a criminal ever stopped when a police officer shouts “stop, police!”?What is your most interesting encounter with the police?How should you pass a police car?Are police officers more lenient during traffic stops when they see Fraternal Order of Police (FOP) stickers on your car?As a police officer what was your most memorable vehicle failure?As a cop what was the most interesting arrest you ever made?Why do police officers touch the back of your car?When stopped by a police officer, is it better to pull over immediately or seek a safer location?Why do police officers touch the rear of cars during traffic stops?Which car would a cop pull over in a group of cars that were all speeding in a line (freeway)?How long can the police detain you at a traffic stop?In the United States, is it legal to remove all emblems and brand markings off your car as long as your license and tags are up to date?