This is pretty long, but its a pretty vivid description of my encounter.
Hmmmm, the coolest cop i've ever dealt with relly had nothing to do with cars, but, I guess the second coolest cop was one I dealt with on my 21st birthday. My liscence has been revoked for a few years due to too many speeding tickets. I know just about all of the cops in my area due to the fact that I have always been in the wrong place at the wrong time, whether it were at a high school party or a busted up bon fire, I was always there when it got busted. Lucky for me, I never had to run, I was always underage, and never stoned/drunk or anything of that nature. I have met and conversated with many cops due to this.
So on my 21st, I was driving in my white 89, going to a party that my woman was throwing for me at a friends house. As I pull up to IL_60, attempting to make a right, i get stuck behind a car waiting for our light to turn green so he can go straight. As i sit at the light i notice, our light has been red for quite sometime. looking farther down the road, i find a cop has someone pulled over, and I don't know what type of mechanism they use, but when a cop has their lights flashing, all of the traffic lights in their area turn green...hence the red light i was sitting at. so i pull up the ebrake, and light a cigarette, thinking to myself, this is going to be a while. Finally, after what seemed like several cigarettes later, the light turns green, and as i release the ebrake, I look in my rearview, and notice a vernon hills PO sitting right behind me. My HKS Carbon Ti angled perfectly, blowing fuel filled exhaust fumes into their noses. I literally, push the clutch in, shift into first gear, and get rolling, and the flashing lights turn on. I pick up my phone, and call one of my best friends, let them know where I am, and to come pick up my car because here they will tow it if you don't have anyone with you to drive it.
The officer comes to my window, one hand holding a flashlight, the right hand over his holstered weapon, and he simply says, "Mr. Fahmy, step out of the vehicle." I am a big guy, so I put my hands out of the window, open the door from the outside, constantly showing my hands, and I get my fat @$$ out of the car. He has me put my hands on my bomex whale tale as his partner searches my car. He asks me if I know why he pulled me over. Of course, the sinister remarks came to my head, but I voted against it in my head, and simply said, "No sir, why am I being searched?" he proceeds to tell me that I am driving on a suspended liscence, and It is a felony to do so, bla bla bla. Suddenly, the Vernon Hills Narcotics Durango pulls up. I am shoved into the back seat of the Durango (I don't fit with my arms behind my back in the regular crown vic). So as I sit in the back of this Durango, I start small talk with Detective Mead. when officer Fink (my arresting officer comes 2 speak with me) he comes and talks down at me, with a very bad attitude. at this time, my friend Joey is parked in the walgreens parking lot and standing next to my beloved super-d-duper white 89. she was sitting there, idling, sounding like it was cammed when it really just had a bad IAC valve. Officer Fink smirkingly said, "you're gonna spend a long time behind bars for the crime you've commited you piece of shit. And don't think for a minute I'm gonna let your piece of shit friend's take your car, we're towing it!" wishing i had no cuffs on my hands i wanted to punch his mustache off of his face, I calmly asked him if he could grab my keys, and just leave the car key, as well as grab my wallet and cell phone. Minutes later, Ernie's Towing comes, and starts exammining my car, and office Fink walks back to me and says. You have no phone in there, all i could find were these credit cars and these few dollars in this clip (money clip/walet). So i ask him, Officer Fink, is the calculator you found blue? he says yes? Does it have a black antenna? does it say Blackberry on it? He slowly walks away to my car, and comes back, not even speaking to me throws it on the front seat of the truck. So feeling defeated by this POS cop, I sit back and rest my head on teh cloth head rest of this Civilian looking Durango with no bars/cop-car like characteristics. Officer Mead speaks to me while staring at me through his rear view mirror. Happy birthday kid, he says. Thank you sir. I sit back and stare through the winshield as the tow truck guy fubars my front lip trying to get it on his flatbed. I close my eyes, and make a sound as i see the front bumper getting scraped up the tow truck. Officer Meade, jumps out of the truck and runs up to the tow truck driver. I cannot hear what is being said, But I see his lips moving as if he is yelling, and his hands moving back and forth btwn my baby, and myself. Shortly there after, my car is pushed back off of the tow truck. Officer Meade comes with Officer Fink, and has him uncuff me. He looks at me and says, I want you to pull your car into this parking lot. No funny stuff or I swear on your life I will destroy your car.(He swore, on MY life. hehe) SO i get into my baby. looking around, my neatly organised papers were everywhere, seats folded down, glove box open, and the screen on my avic-d1 was scratched. upset and wanting to f*ck officer fink up, I pull into the walgreens parking lot, officer meade slowly driving behind me, lights off. i pull in backwards. Closing my glove box, moving some papers, I roll up my windows and lock my doors. Looking at my now totally cracked one off custom fiberglassed lip, I sat on the ground, staring at it, and trying to make it right. Officer Meade gets out of his truck and gets on the ground with me. He looks at it and asks, You make this yourself? I swear to god a tear almost rolled down my eye. I told him how my friend does fiberglass, and he taught/helped me make it, and how this was my first attempt at it, so it wasn't perfect, and i showed him all of my imperfections(there were many, but even more now). He looked at me and apologized for his peer's ignorance. His exact words were "Alotta the guys on the force don't know the difference between a true tuner and a poser." He got up off his knees and looked at me as I lit a cigarette. He said That I can wait outside till officer Fink gets here, because he is not allowed to take me in without him. we stood outside of my car and stared at it for another 2-3 minutes untill officer Fink pulled up. When he did, I opened the door to the Durango, Climbed into teh back, and closed the door. Fink came up to the door with his cuffs again, and Meade got in his face. He looked at him and said, step off, he's in my car, I'll cuff him if need be. I rode the 8 minute ride in the back of the Narc's Durango uncuffed and without a problem. when we got to the Station, he looked back at me, gave me a pair of cuffs and said put these on for a minute.I put the cuffs on, and went into the police station. Officer Fink folowing behind they put me into a room in which the cuffs were taken off, and all of my pockets were emptied.
I had seen in the movies, good cop bad cop, but this was nuts. officer Meade and I were best friends, talking about cars, and his 69 Charger he's rebuilding, and I gave him some ideas, and tips on creating his own wiring harness and what not, and he told me his plans on drag racing it and what not. Everytime Fink walked into the room you could feel the tension between the two. They both walked out of the room for a very long period of time. this whole fiasco had started around 7:10-7:15ish, and it was now approaching 9:00. Officer fink came back and yelled some words, the occasional spit flying from his bottom lip and landing near me. he walked out extremely frustrated and I still couldn't figure out WHY he hated me SO MUCH. Officer Meade then walked into the room and closed the door. Now this was the Undercover Narc for my town, and he has been paying much attention to me. we sit back down and he looks at me. He says, I have a few questions for you, and then you are free to go. So i quietly look at him and wait for him to ask the questions.
1- Have you ever run away from the police before?
me- am I on record?
him- no, you are not
me- Never really ran, more so like hid...
him- i am going to name off a few cars, and you tell me if you've ever owned them.
me(stunned)- o-o-o-ok
him- blue subaru 4 door, black lexus 2 door, black mitsubishi 2 door, and 3 OTHER toyotas like the one you're driving today. have you ever run away from the cops in any of these vehicles?
me(oh, fuck i'm fucked)- uhmmm have I ever run away from the cops? I guess I change my answer to yes, I did run away a few times...
Turns out, Officer Fink was the police officer on Duty one night a few months prior to this, and he attempted to pull us over (a crew of about 9 cars). As soon as I saw the lights (I was in my STI at the time) I dropped into 3rd, and like a bat out of hell i took off. of course everyone else stopped and The cop attempted to catch me, but knowing the back roads, and the limits of the car, I successfully got away from him...or so I thought. It turns out that many on the force had been making fun of Fink for loosing a "teen" and not being able to find him. well I guess he finally found me...hence the anger.
Meade told me that no charges will be filed or anything of that nature, and to simply be careful, as an officer has it out for me, and every opportunity he sees he will take and attempt to arrest me for anything he can. He then gave me two tickets. one for loud exhaust, and one for driving on a suspended. He apologized for being the one to give me the tickets, but someone had to give it to me. He then told me I was free to go as my friends were outside waiting for me. I have seen officer Meade a few times since then, and we have waved to eachother as he sees me driving home from work occasionaly. I have definatley stopped driving like an @$$hat on the roads, and keep it to the track. I drive quiet cars that aren't liscenced in my name to keep from getting pulled over for stupid things. meanwhile, Office Meade and myself have a great respect for eachother. especially next summer when I see his 69 Charger on the local roads
sorry for the long read
~Ahmed
