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Originally Posted by Carn
- Got pulled over for a burnt out tag light, got cuffed and searched and thrown against a cop car, had my truck searched, had the K9 unit called because the cop couldn't find anything but *knew* that there *had* to be something, was yelled at for 20 minutes by three cops while the K9 searched my truck, dog didn't find anything and I was told to "Have a nice night."
- Got pulled over for a burnt out brake light on my way to my parents house when the dorms closed last year. Cop made me wait in his car while he searched my truck, including all of my shit that wa packed up. He let me pack everything back up on the side of the road. Fucker didn't even end up giving me a ticket, just a warning.
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I've got a new mantra for you: "I do not consent to your search of my vehicle." They need your permission to search your property, and as long as you're on record
calmly and politely communicating your lack of consent, anything they might potentially find will be inadmissable. Unless you're going around broadcasting probable cause, in which case, knock that off.
I find it funny that so many of the "best" stories are the ones where some cool cop looked the other way when somebody broke a law, and so man of the "worst" stories are where these guys (the thin blue line between society and chaos, btw) do their job and bust lawbreakers. Not all the stories, I grant, but it's still a pattern I'm noticing in this thread.
My best police experince was one where I got legitimately caught doing something I shouldn't have been doing, and I very professionally and competently got what I had coming. When I was 16 I got busted drinking beer and firing bottle rockets in a public park. When we spotted the motorcycle cop cruising through the park, we bolted. I knew I was caught from the moment the police bike lights came on behind me, about 100 yards down the street from the park. We got charged with underage posession, posession of fireworks (illegal in the state where I grew up), and littering, and I got 10 hours of community service. From the cop (Officer Peck) to the DA's Office guy who settled the case, everyone was strict and fair with me, and I couldn't deny they had my best interests at heart. These are people who deal with juvenile offenders on a daily basis, and know the opportunity to intervene and make a difference in young people's lives when they see it. I resented it and hated it at the time, but now, 14 years later, I'm damn glad it went the way it did.