Silly road stories

[marcus]

I got these from a monthly motoring magazine that is published here in Oz...they seem a bit crazy but good for a laugh anyway.


A traffic policeman in Finland realised he was driving with an expired licence , so he wrote himself a ticket and was fined $400.
"it wouldnt be fair to give others a ticket and not one myself" officer Lasse Askolin said.


A UK road safety campaigner incurred the wrath of her local council for erecting a brid box that resembled a speed camera.
Vivien Bell-West says a 3m tall grey metal box has markedly slowed down passing motoristsafter being placed in her garden , but the district council has ruled that it needs planning permission.


In the UK (and im not picking on them ) the Carmarthenshire County Council produced a road safety brochure defining daylight as "all times other than dark"
children as "people under 16" and pedestrians as "road users on foot"

Kendall Breaux , serving a life sentence for killing two bank tellers during a 1998 heist has filed a lawsuit in Louisiana , US against his getaway driver James Dunn , for injuries which Breaux suffered when their car crashed into a slow moving train during the police chase.

a Police ethics committee in Montreal (canada) reprimanded officer Robert Royal after he forced a private motorist to follow him during a high speed chase.
Royal had stopped Pierre Boileau for an illegal U turn when another officer summoned Royal to help him chase another car. Rather than let Boileau go , Royal ordered him to follow the chase which reached speeds of up to 110 kph.
After royal caught the second car , he finished writing Boileau's ticket before sending him on his way.





Dont know if any of these are true but they sure made me giggle

[TimD]

How about this one. A true story.

A British police force ran a fleet of Ford patrol cars, which were sent to a main depot for servicing. This was a lucrative trade, as the cars ran up colossal mileage, and were required to be ultra-reliable. There was always a keen fight amongst motorway patrol officers to get the freshly serviced cars out of the depot, as these would always be the quickest, and the cleanest inside.

One day, a happy crew took out their fresh Scorpio cruiser on its first patrol out of the servicing depot, and took up their normal beat on the local motorway.

Fairly soon, a speeding Ford Escort was spotted, and the patrol car leaped into action. A Scorpio is easily able to overhaul an Escort, and overhaul it did. The police were easily able to pass the smaller car, and pulled in front of it, blues and twos working away, and pulled on the switch to illuminate the "Police - Stop" sign in the back window.

The two cars eased over to the shoulder, and came to a halt. The patrolmen stepped out, donned their hats, and strode to the door of the Escort waiting behind the patrol car. They were a little surprised to find the miscreant driver in convulsions of laughter. Assuming they had a hopeless drunk on their hands, they reached into the car, removed the keys, and helped the owner out.

They rested him agains the bonnet, and demanded to know what was so funny. Still helpless with mirth, the driver was barely able to point to the back of the police Scorpio, and at the "Police - Stop" sign illuminated in the window.

And never again did a patrol car go out unchecked from the servicing depot, because there in place of the illuminated Police sign, was the shining message "Hello - Sailor!"

[Neil C]

Some time ago I thought of starting a thread in the Racers Forum about funny things that happened on the way to, at, or going home from race meets. This thread is perfect, besides the Road Car Forum will make for more and diverse contributions.

During the time I raced Formula Fords, several of us shared shop space, as well as parts, tricks and manual labor. We were all at the entry level of the sport, and none of us had covered trailers to tow our cars to/from the track.

Commonly used was an open, flatbed type trailer modified to carry the car, spares and tools. After a weekend of club racing at Blackhawk Farms (in So. Beloit, Illinois) one of my stable mates stopped for fuel and munchies at a local gas station. As often happens, the open trailer attracted the usual onlookers and curious kids.

After my friend, (I'll call him Tim, because that's his name)resumed the long drive home, he noticed from the corner of his eye, what appeared to be the seat belts of the racecar flapping in the breeze behind his truck. Not too concerned, he continued. But as he drove, the flapping he noticed in the rearview mirror became more and more distracting.

Concerned that the flapping straps may be damaging themselves or the car, he took a better look in the mirror. What he saw were actually two little arms, flailing away from the cockpit of the car. Tim stopped along the road to find that there was one very scared eight or nine year old boy in the seat of the racecar, unable to peer over the intstrument panel.

He was delivered back to his anxious parents at the gas station in good shape, but perhaps a little wiser in having learned what happens when curiosity overcomes good sense.

[Ray Bell]

John O'Brien, Clubman racer in NSW in the seventies, was a crude type at times, seemingly lacking any feelings or finesse.

One night, driving along in the Sydney outer suburb of Minto, he saw a tortoise on the road, jumped on the brakes to stop and put it off the road. He pulled up with his car over the top of the little reptile, so tossed the Falcon into reverse to back up off it.

Kkerrunch! The gearbox broke, and when he alighted he reached under the car to pull out a tortoise covered in hot gear oil.

A local resident was taking note of the proceedings, John turned to him, holding the tortoise in outstretched hands and said, "Is this a friend of yours?"