I was once stopped at a light in the right lane, next to the entrance to a drive-through doughnut shop, with a state trooper stopped right behind me. A driver came out of the side street to the right, went down the wide breakdown lane next to me but in the opposite direction, and pulled into the drive-through lane - obviously something he’d done before. Naturally, the next thing I saw was the lights going on in my mirror as the trooper pulled out and went in right behind the guy. That was obviously an expensive doughnut. 
On the Pennsylvania Turnpike one snowy December day we were passed by a speeding red 280-Z or something similar. Further down the road was a red 280-Z or something similar, facing the wrong direction, with its rear end bashed in. Must have lost control, spun around, and rearended the nearby cliff face.
Several years ago, I was walking along a one-way street that goes from three lanes to two, makes a 90° turn, then goes from two lanes to two-way with one lane in each direction.
I saw car #1 get passed on the right by car #2, a sedan which apparently was moving too slow for the driver of #1. As they entered the turn, #1 promptly passed #2 without signalling and sped up. Whereupon #2 promptly lit up its concealed lights and hit the siren.
I wonder if he bought a doughnut for the trooper? Or would that have been attempted bribery of a LEO?
A few years back I was driving home during rush hour on highway 30, which usually jams through the Meramec valley. Ahead in the right lane I could see a guy in a black sportscar tailgating the white Chevy Impala in front of him.
After a mile or so of sportscar riding on his bumper, swerving from side to side in the lane, the white Impala turns on his right blinker, and pulls over on to the shoulder to let sportscar guy zoom past.
Whereupon the white Impala police car lit up his lights and zoomed after the guy. Traffic got a bit more snarled, as everyone had to slow down to snicker at what was going on.
Assumes facts not in evidence, we don’t know if the speeder had a radar detector.
I think everybody who speeds is a jerk, doubly so for those who cry and whine when they get caught. Don’t do the crime it you can’t pay the fine.
Last year, while heading home from a friend’s house at 11pm, I got stuck in some road construction on the freeway. Took 45 mins to go 2 miles. They had blocked off 3 of the 5 lanes with orange cones and traffic was a nightmare. About 2/3rds of the way into the blockage, past all the lit up construction vehicles, a car decided he had had enough of this shit and weaved his way through the cones and took off. Well, he didn’t plan for the nearly pitch black police car sitting on the sidelines that was just waiting for someone to do something like that. We were all pointing and laughing at him 10 mins later when we passed his position
One that I wish I could have seen the ending to:
It was night and I was walking along a four-lane boulevard approaching a busy T-intersection, where the boulevard ends at a four-lane undivided street. Opposite the boulevard is the entrance to a multi-use trail.
The boulevard had the green and a red pickup caught my eye. “Surely, it’s not gonna…” crossed my mind. I watched and it did. The pickup continued straight across the four-lane undivided street and entered the multi-use trail!
Once my brain was done processing what I had just seen, by which time the taillights had moved out of sight, I pulled out my cell and called 911 to report a likely DUI.
Miscommunication. I was saying “the SUV was speeding…as do most people who own radar detectors” – implying the OP, as a RD owner, likely speeds occasionally, not that the SUV driver owned a radar detector.
Fair enough. I don’t cry and whine when I get caught, though, I pay my fine and chalk it up to the cost of wanting to go faster than the speed limit when conditions permit. Thankfully, though, I’ve only gotten one ticket since buying my Valentine 1 years ago, and it was when I got a new car and hadn’t yet transferred it over.
Driving to work early one morning I was taking a left at the light to go across a wooded reservoir on a bumpy two lane road. It’s too rough for anyone to pass safely on that road, so when I saw some guy speeding diagonally across a parking area trying to get in front of me I assumed that was why. Jerkish move as it required him to cut in front of traffic to do so, but it happens. He was in a crappy little car and hadn’t built up the speed to actually cut me off so when he veered left onto my road he was next to me but driving the wrong way on a two lane. There are no lights because of the frequent flooding, potholes everywhere and here’s some idiot weaving around right next to me. So I started to slow my much more powerful car and he then cuts me off and I see him grinning in his rear view mirror. I also see in front of him a large steel and wood barricade with diagonal painted lines warning to stop, that because of recent rain the road is flooded. As I come to a full stop he finally quits enjoying his perceived victory and looks up mere seconds from impact. I see his tires lock up, he’s in a full skid but really the outcome is inevitable… BLAM!
As I’ve turned around and am slowly headed for a roundabout way he’s outside his little POS surveying the damage and I wonder if he’ll be so keen to speed, drive in the wrong lane and cut someone off next time. Probably so, he’s got precious little left to lose.
Speaking of speeding and radar detectors, one time quite a few years ago I was riding with a friend of mine in his Camaro and he got caught for speeding. He had the radar detector suction cupped to the windshield and the cop tapped it and said (paraphrased): “Doesn’t that thing work?”
Many years ago, I was driving through New Brunswick in a horrible tiny 4-speed hatchback to get to my girlfriend’s place. There was a lot of construction going on, many detours, lots of student cross walks,
and lots of students, so the speed limit was 25 everywhere. I was not speeding or driving inappropriately when my rear view mirror suddenly filled with the image of shiny red paint and the symbol of a 'Vette.
It was a pretty 'Vette, the 3 feet of it that I could see that filled my rear view mirror. It seemed like a nice car that had chosen a really poor aftermarket-driver for its steering wheel, but sometimes
such is the life of a sports car. Now I call this person a bad driver after only driving near him a short time, so perhaps my view was skewed (all 3 feet of it), but I did know that he was close to my tail
like a bad tattoo. I smiled, as I was in traffic, and turned up the radio to try to ignore him, but it seemed that every way I turned, he was there.
I turned at a light, and he was still on my tail. I crossed a bridge, and he was still on my tail. I drove the slow way, across College Avenue, and he was still on my tail. By the time I had turned left up Seminary Place,
he had started to not only tail-gate, but clutch and engine rev the 'Vette’s V8 as he did so. Now, Dear Reader, please note that there were no places to pull over (construction) the lanes were too thin for passing
(construction) and there were full double yellow lines anyway… but by this time, he was on my nerves. I was at a red light on George Street, waiting to cross to the down ramp onto Rt 18 South when I decided to have some fun too.
As the light turned green, I popped the clutch at 3k RPM and shot across the road, power-turning down the empty on ramp, leaving him in some dust. Using gravity, I power shifted that beater to as fast as she would go,
merging onto the near-empty highway. Behind me, I could hear the angry growl of the V-8 as the 'Vette was trying (and succeeding) in over taking me. I was about 1/8 of a mile down, very close to the exit by a gas station,
when the 'Vette full-throat roared by me in the fast lane, the accelerator pedal obviously pinned.
Me? I took the hatchback out of gear, braked, and took that first intersection exit… but its a funny thing. As I braked and turned right, a car at that intersection turned on its flashing red lights and turned right on to
Rt 18 after that shiny red 'Vette, which was by then doing triple digits.
Its a shame; the 'Vette was a really nice car. I sure hope it traded in its driver for a better one…
This is video from a security camera attached to a bar on Pinemont Drive in Houston, TX and was provided by the owners. The truck parked in the street is there to seal the newly repaved parking lot. The blue truck is an Bar Employee vehicle.
http://s1329.photobucket.com/user/CaptKirk1970/library/Special
Texting anyone?
Capt
Oopsie.
But I wonder what the deal was. You’re only allowed to make U-turns in Illinois if you’re not within 100 feet of an intersection, or if there is a sign expressly permitting it. The relevant law being here (specifically referencing Chicago):
I mean, yeah, I make U-turns near intersections often enough, but that’s illegal. You have be away from an intersection to legally pull a U-ie where one is not expressly permitted.
Good golly I bet that hurt! Car crashes are my bread and butter, and I often wish dash cams were more common in the US. But I can’t stand to see car wrecks.
I do not know that, actually. Talk about the law being divorced from practice!
But yes, it was in Chicago (that little curvy street that connects Addison to the parking lot of DeVry…y’know, over by the police station…derp.), so perhaps the U-turn itself wasn’t illegal, you may be correct…I’m bad at guesstimating 100 feet from anything. I’m pretty sure not looking, not signaling and stopping the flow of traffic very very suddenly, creating a very near miss collision, however, is against at least a couple of statutes. 
Too bad. I like too hear stories of road jerks getting their comeuppance. I can’t get enough of them to extinguish the rage I feel when reading posts about road jerks killing someone.
Nope. It makes him as much of a despicable jerk as any of them, including you.
Who doesn’t love a good story about some dangerous asshole getting caught being dangerous?
When I see some arrogant asshole speeding, I yell “Hit a tree!”…The problem with these immature idiots is that they take innocent people with them to the grave.
You like to go fast? Great! Ride a roller coaster or do it on a race track, don’t wipe out whole families because it makes you feel like a big man to drive like the wind.
One of my favorite dumb-ass driver of the road stories was one time we were leaving a north Idaho ski resort a few years ago.
We’re politely filing out of the parking lot, preparing ourselves for the ten mile descent down the mountain, which involves a number of switchbacks. We’re in a Toyota 4Runner and behind a VW Beetle when this asshole driving an elevated 4x4 pickup with something like 48 inch tires comes screaming up behind us, passes and zooms to the front of the line before crowding in just before the exit of the parking lot.
So we come to the first switchback and he’s sailed completely off the road into about eight feet of snow. The VW honks out a friendly ‘beep-beep’ as he drives past. As we pass him, I see his back-up lights turn on and I said, “Good luck with that, asshole,” as he is at about a 45 degree angle in soft snow with zero chance of backing out and up.
And we all laughed.
Did you make sure to smile at him as you drove past?