1> Stopped for doing 54 in a 45 zone by an Arkansas State Trooper. Warning.
2> Stopped for doing 67 in a 55 zone by an Arkansas State Trooper. Ticket. (This was several years after the first time).
3> Pulled over by a Montgomery County (Arkansas) Deputy who told me my license plate came back as a stolen Buick Skylark. I was in a Toyota Camry, which he acknowledged. This was very late on a dark night, and I figure what he was really doing was following me because I pulled onto the shoulder before I made a turn (common courtesy at this particular spot) and suspecting a DUI. He was courteous about it though.
4> Stopped for a non-functional tail light by an Arkansas State Trooper in Kirby, Arkansas. CF was in the car with me.
Warning ticket...cop was young, and seemed a little angry when I told him I'd replaced the light that morning and showed him the package to prove it.
5> Stopped by a Montgomery County Deputy after running a stop sign on the way back from seeing CF in Pencil Bluff, Arkansas. Verbal warning; they'd recently switched a yield sign for a stop sign, and lots of locals were blowing through it at night, including me. He mostly just reminded me they'd switched it.
6> Stopped by an Arkansas State Trooper between Daisy and Newhope, Arkansas. He pulled me over after I'd slowed down near a closed store and asked me general 'what are you up to questions'. Figured he thought I was casing the place, but I was looking for a bathroom. This was fortunate, actually; he told me the nearby park had one. Very pleasant cop.
7> Stopped by an Arkansas State Trooper between Newhope and Dierks, Arkansas. Was doing 74 in a 55. Ticket. Nice cop, made sure to tell me to mention I was wearing my seatbelt and wrote '67' on the ticket instead of 74, probably because Howard County has very expensive traffic tickets and that saved me some cash (road was empty, too, which probably had something to do with his going easy and my going fast). Again, was on my way to see CF.
8> Stopped by an Idabel, Oklahoma police officer. Was speeding, I supposed...32 in a 30 or so, but he didn't even mention it. Considering where I was and the hour, he was probably bored. Checked my license and registration, never said a word about why he stopped me, but advised me that I'd pulled into a yard, not a driveway.
"It looks just like one at night, though," he said.
All of these save the last two were in my first car, a 1987 Camry I miss to this day. The last two were in my Tundra. Upon rereading this list, it seems that I have a tendency to be speed when CF is involved. Since the cohabitation thing, the number of stops has decreased dramatically.
