I remember a Fourth of July weekend in Minnesota when I was 18. I was driving down to lakes country to enjoy myself with some friends. I was coming from a state where fireworks are legal to a state where fireworks are illegal.
Lo and behold, I was stopped in a routine drunk-driver/seat belt lookout point. I was sober…I was wearing my belt…I had no contraband on me whatsoever. So, when the cop asked if he could search my vehicle, I consented. What did he find? A single bottle rocket that had slipped behind my sub-box in the trunk. I did not know it was there (hell, I didn’t even know that fireworks were illegal in Minnesota).
I got a $500 fine for letting a cop search my vehicle.
Two years ago, I was pulled over in my driveway after a late night where I was the designated driver. The cop told me that he saw me change lanes without a signal about eight miles back. I knew that wasn’t true…I always signal (even when I’m pulling into my driveway).
The cop asked me if I had been drinking (no), smoking any pot (no), where I had been (out), where I was going (to bed), etc. I gave him one or two word answers throughout. It was 2 AM…I just wanted to sleep. He then proceeded to aske me to get out of the car. He frisked me (found a pack of cigaretts and a lighter…oh no), and asked me to have a seat in the back of my car while he “had a look around in my back seat”. I said, “Hell, no”. He didn’t even ask…he went to go do it without my permission. My first full sentence during the entire ordeal was “You do so much as touch that door handle without a warrant, and I’ll have a subpoena for you to appear in court ready first thing in the morning”. That got his attention…but I was still told to sit in back. After a bit, another car showed up. I fell asleep after that (almost a full hour). When I awoke, the cavalry had arrived.
Eight cop cars had crowded around my driveway. All of my neighbors were peering through their windows to see what the commotion was about. There was a small crowd gathering across the street. I actually thought I was dreaming.
They never did touch my car, though. A friend from high school was one of the officers on the scene…and he was the one who “let me go”. He said something like “I’m going to make sure we don’t ever harrass you like this again. Your vehicle matched the description of a vehicle which one of our informants witnessed leaving the scene of a felony. Over the last hour, we have learned that we cannot obtain a warrant to search your vehicle based on the scant information the informant supplied. However, we have also just learned that a suspect with an almost identical vehicle was taken into custody about ten minutes ago.”
Did I save any time by preventing the search? I doubt a search would have gone any more quickly. The officers were pretty certain they had the right guy, so they would’t have stopped searching until they found something. However,. who’s to say that one of the former owners didn’t stuff some contraband behind one of the door panels? Who’s to say they wouldn’t find anything?
Never let them search. I say again…never let them search.