Had the most unusual interaction with a Highway Patrol trooper yesterday.
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Pulled into Watonga a little too fast one day, got seated in the patrol car and the officer received a call that a train headed his way was starting fires along the tracks.
He handed my license back and told me to get out and slow down.
He handed my license back and told me to get out and slow down.
When I was in college I found out that an Oklahoma Lake Patrol can pull you over on the highway.
Yes, they absolutely can.
They have been very busy from what I have seen. Maybe just wanted to get the point across
Almost forgot about this thread, but gotta add this: my daughter got pulled over for the first time tonight. OHP got her on the way home from her BF's for speeding. Out of habit, she pulls her debit card from her wallet instead of her DL, to which he says, "We don't take credit". Then she hands him an insurance card from 2016...she was a bit nervous I guess to say the least! She got a warning. I just wish I could see the body cam footage of it 
He probably had to poop. Them QuikTrip taquitos go right through ya, especially since cops get free coffee.
Tell us the story. Lol
I was driving on old 66 on the west side of El Reno heading back toward downtown. I went through a light that was green and noticed that there was a El Reno Cop at the light waiting to turn. I was driving cool and watching what I was doing and thought why is that dude dogging me. Finally, after about 10-12 blocks he put the lights on me, walked up and told me the crack in my windshield was unlawful in OK and did I have any plans to replace it? I say no, but if it's unlawful I will get on it. Have a nice day sir and we parted. This happened close to the holidays, and some of my buddies said he was probably checking to see if you had been drinking.
Got pulled over in Pennsylvania doin 120 on a lovely Sunday morning. I topped a rise, saw the trooper at the very bottom of the hill and went for the brakes. Unfortunately there was a dip just the other side of the hill crest, so my adjusted speed made me lay smoke when I touch down again.
Smokey didn't even have to come after me. I pulled over right in front of him. He gets me in the front seat of his car, and casually asks me (while running license) how fast were you going before I clicked you at 80? I answered honestly, and pointed out that we were the only cars on the road, the weather was perfect, and my 92' regal could handle that speed...and my skills were up to par as well. He admitted that he watched the way I handled that little misstep over the dip, and agreed that I probably did have the necessary skills, and the car could certainly handle it.
Just slow down son.....Yessir!
Smokey didn't even have to come after me. I pulled over right in front of him. He gets me in the front seat of his car, and casually asks me (while running license) how fast were you going before I clicked you at 80? I answered honestly, and pointed out that we were the only cars on the road, the weather was perfect, and my 92' regal could handle that speed...and my skills were up to par as well. He admitted that he watched the way I handled that little misstep over the dip, and agreed that I probably did have the necessary skills, and the car could certainly handle it.
Just slow down son.....Yessir!
I remember one morning driving home after working the hootowl shift dispatch for the sheriff's department. The four-laned divided highway speed had just been changed from 70 to 55 thanks to the gubament. I topped the hill on US 81 doing my usual 70 MPH and met the OHP going the opposite way. as we continued, the hill blocked each other from view but before that happened I saw his brake lights and he was slowing down fast. I recognized him and knew it was Don Hadlock.
I immediately pulled over and stopped. It was less than thirty seconds later that trooper came flying over the hill and right past me lights and siren. I could see him tap the brakes, look in his rearview mirror and probably in a sheepish effort to save face, keep going down the highway and around the curve to the right disappearing from view. My turnoff was only a mile down the road and I did 55 MPH all the way. I never saw the trooper again until that evening when I came back to work. I asked if he remembered a white and blue Chevy speeding earlier this morning and stopped just after the hill north of town.
"That was you?" Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
(Don's the one that kept sitting on the Undersheriff's desk)
Whole nuther story.
I immediately pulled over and stopped. It was less than thirty seconds later that trooper came flying over the hill and right past me lights and siren. I could see him tap the brakes, look in his rearview mirror and probably in a sheepish effort to save face, keep going down the highway and around the curve to the right disappearing from view. My turnoff was only a mile down the road and I did 55 MPH all the way. I never saw the trooper again until that evening when I came back to work. I asked if he remembered a white and blue Chevy speeding earlier this morning and stopped just after the hill north of town.
"That was you?" Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
(Don's the one that kept sitting on the Undersheriff's desk)
Whole nuther story.
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