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silverspork

Here's a better solution: Don't smoke while you are driving.

Look I know all of you think you are great drivers while you are stoned, but I still wouldn't want you on the road driving around high with my children on the road also.

be responsible or give us other smokers a bad name.

 

Turkey_Tuesday

Grand story my friend but yeah cops where I live can smell pot smoke in a plastic bag in a backpack in the back of a car, well probably not but you get the point.

Cheers from Canada.

GetHighOrDiE

well this was an entertaining stoner story =] im stoned out of my mind right now so this amused me. i think we all agree on how lucky you are that is some cop right there troopers are dicks where i live.

Zilve

Just paid the ticket this weekend. The rest is history

blaze on.

Travkatx

HAHA, the instant I read that post I was thinking of the beginning of Super Troopers. Like the cop smelled it when he was behind you or something and started to pass you just to screw with you. I love that movie.

Anyway,
Yeah but you got lucky, maybe they had too many stoners in the county jail already. I love it when they just think "its not worth it". Yeah, but I dont smoke when I drive for that reason. I have driven high but I dont have anything on me.

 

LowRider

I have two story's, I'll keep them short whether you believe me or not i don't care but i swear it to my grave.

The first one was i was driving down the rd and i had picked up a sack earlier in the day. it was in my car for most of it so later as i was driving i pull up to a stop sign (roll stop) well as i slowed through it and not realizing there was a cop (state trooper) in a parking lot of this restaurant. he pulls out as I'm driving off (i still don't see him). Well as i get on the rd i finally see him and know right then i was going to get a ticket for running the stop sign. Well he comes up ask me why he pulled me over and i say let me guess the stop sign back there. so i do the usual ins card, and drivers license. Well then he ask me to step out. My weed is under my seat (i forgot about it) well he ask to search my car and I'm like sure go head. Didn't feel like waiting around or anything so he searches (quick search) just feels under the seat and what not in between the seat cushions and what not. well he comes back and hands me my info and just rights me a warning. i get in my car and that's when i realized my WEED!!!! I act like I'm readjusting the seat back and feel under there could not find it. so i get to my friends house and start to panic cause it was some pretty good stuff and thought this cop is crooked. But i find it and man did we blaze to that.

Second occurrence was with County Police. The worst in the area. a day earlier a friend of mine was needing gas and right in front of my neighbor hood was a gas station. I go there so much i know they catch just about everyone that steals gas there. I warned him and he goes there (I'm at home) and he starts joking around and what not about how he stole gas (hes a person your not sure if his joking or being serious) so i take his word for it that he payed. well the next day he comes over and another friend comes over and i have money for weed. so we go down the rd in a neighbor hood and get a sack. well we head back and sure enough a detective car follows us (Crown Vick so we knew right off hand)to my house and i mean we were about 200ft from the house. the cop calls in a police cruiser to pull us over. so right then I'm cursing him for yesterday like hell. well the other guy was a little freaked out to but what did he care he had nothing to worry about. Well my friend the driver and passenger is asked to get out. We knew the driver might be arrested so i was like s&^% and the passenger well the cops knew him on a first name basis. so then its my turn to get out. the cop patted them down as they got out so when i got out i just darted in a fast walk towards my house. the weed was in my pocket (Carpenter's shorts) you know the little pocket by the knee. the cop yells at me so I'm looking at my friend in anger. well the cop doesn't frisk me. he ask me where i was headed i say my house. i live a few houses down. so i give him my ID so he can run checks on me. needless to say i come back clean. So the cop lets me and the passenger go. We blazed big again. The driver gets a lucky break also, he got a week to pay the gas back and he did. By the way the driver needless to say didn't get to blaze. he had to drive up the hill to the gas station and see if they were going to press charges. he was mad but he knew better to not ask

LowRider

i disagree. i smoke alot while driving and a crack in the window is all you need i also run my air conditioner. a 1in crack is plenty even for a blunt.

Zilve

Every window on the car was cracked open an inch or so and the sunroof was open. My ac runs constant even if its "off" it still blows a little bit of air. He was a nice cop but he did pull me over for tint which is bullshit to begin with so he could have essentially been a hard ass if i started to act a fool or let the blunt smell cake in. So like I said guys, you can never be too careful.

Blaze on.

imFADED

Damn man, that is a crazy story. I can't even imagine how fast your heart must have been pounding. The best thing to do was probably talk as little as possible so you didn't go into some deep thought while talking about car tint

Wooderson

That's pretty crazy. I'm definitely sure you got lucky. He somehow didn't smell it or had something wrong with his nose.

Here's my story of getting pulled over, if you care to read it. This was years ago in San Diego; I was driving home baked one night and pulled up to a red light. Now, I wasn't smoking anything at the time, but I'm sure I reeked like pot, as people tend to do. A cop pulls up behind me and I'm thinking, "Ok, lights gonna turn green, you're going to drive nice and legal like, just like you've been doing for the last 20 miles...no problems, no reason to wig...."

So the light turns green and I'm not even 1/2 way across the intersection when the lights come on. Ok, you know that feeling when you get kicked in the balls? ie. your stomach drops out? Yeah, I'm there. So I pull over, and I roll down my window, and I'm really starting to trip now 'cause I am still high as fuck. It takes a minute for the cop to get out, he rolls up to my window, looks at me, stops, and says "What did I pull you over for?" You have GOT to be fucking kidding me. I'm shitting bricks here and he can't remember why he stopped me. So he walks back to his car, then walks back to my window and says "Oh yeah, your license plate light is out." I state that I wasn't aware of it being out. He then asks me where I'm driving to and I tell him (which I was about 2 miles away from...). He lets me off with a warning to get the light fixed and I drive off with a load in my pants. Scared the crap out of me...

So, not as hair-raising, admittedly, but still crazy.