Last Updated on July 8, 2014 by Roff Graves
I was totally alone and 4 African American young men were in the car, I radioed my position but no help was near. I got out of the CHP Unit, racked my shotgun and approached the driver. The driver had his window down and was holding his drivers license in his left hand. He had a big smile on his face as he said to me, “I won my bet. I told them this car would do 110. I won!” I couldn’t help but smile back at him. I wrote him a ticket. He said, “You are not taking me in?” I told him, “No, just sign the ticket” I wrote it for 70 MPH (speed limit was 65 MPH ). He was shocked. He asked if he could shake my hand. I will never forget that stop!