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Originally Posted by Rovman
The rest of the story is a gem. The State trooper that pulled me over asked if I had someone to come pick up my car (72' Porsche 911S) as I was obviously going to jail . I told him yes, call this number , it is my father he will come pick up the car. So he called my father, explained what was happening, my father said I will be there in 30 minutes to pick up the car.
So about 15 minutes later, another trooper shows up, the two troopers talk, than we speed away. I ask why are we not waiting for my car to get picked up before we leave the scene. He instructs me to shut-up, don't worry about it. The other trooper staying behind will wait with the car.
While I was getting booked into jail for speeding. My father shows up about 20 minutes after we left the location where my car was and he arrived on a scene of absolute chaos. He said there where 6 trooper units parked all over the place, lights flashing, a K-9 unit on sight as well with a K9 dog walking around inside the car while 2 other troopers were searching under the bonnet with the spare, jack, tire tools, carpet, all over the ground in front of the car.
My father walks up to the car where he is immediately stopped by the troopers with their hands on the guns about to draw asking him what is his business here. He then proceeds to tell them that it is my son who owns this car, where is he.
They ask him to take 50 paces back , than they will discuss what is going on. He then demands to know where I am and have they gotten my consent on searching my car. Then the mood changed, they all looked around at each other with confused looks with no answer. My father asked again why am I (his son) not present while they search my car as it is the law in Lousiana as well as I have to be present during the search. No answer. He instructs them to stop the search and put the car back exactly as they found it. They indeed stop the search, jump into their cars, and all drive off. Leaving everything that they pulled out of the car during the search on the ground. So my father spent the next 40 minutes on the side the road putting the car and all my personnel effects back into the car. Most of what was in the car was thrown without regard to its value. Some of my belongings were thrown over 50' away from the car.
By now he is absolutely FUMING MAD. He drives straight to the local DA's office(speeding a might add) and demands to speak with the DA about what had just transpired, on the way to the DA 's office he called the family lawyer who met him there. He explained the situation to the DA and a decision was made immediately.
Long story short, the DA called the jail and I was immediately released as the Troopers unlawfully searched my vehicle without my consent or with me present.
The speeding ticket was thrown away and it was as if it had never happened. All except my ripped seats in my car and scratched doors jams from the K9 jumping all over the inside and out of the car. I ended up having to re-upholster the seats and was able to compound the scratches out of the car. It sucked to be honest. I contacted the State Police to file a complaint about the damage and ask for them to pay for the damages. Ignored! My attorney was egging me on to sue which I refused as I couldn't see how my having to spend a lot of money to get back a little money out of the State Police made much sense. I wanted justice but was so disgusted with the whole ordeal, I chose to forgot and move on.
I have to say up until that moment, I held law enforcement in fairly high regard. But after that day not so much.
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I would take what happened to your car any minute over what was gonna happen to your records after jail time because of that speeding ticket! So look at the bright side! But that's a shame what they did to you and to your car!
Thank you so much for your touching story which makes me happy I made this thread so people can tell what happened -
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