Category: V1 Moment of the Month

My wife and I were driving east on I-70 towards Topeka, KS. Traffic was fairly heavy on this four lane interstate, and a little too pokey to suit me. I had moved into the left lane to overtake a Camaro and was just about around him as we approached an overpass on a curve to … continued

When I bought a 6-speed luxury performance sedan last year, I knew the time had come to get a V1. Still, putting aside my intuition, I asked my fiancee’s father—a fellow car guy with an S4 as a daily driver—for advice. He handed me an old Passport 7500 with instructions on how to trade it … continued

I have a V1 and a Beltronics RX65 but the all-knowing, all-telling arrows make the V1 my favorite. Recently, though, the V1 suffered an error message so I started using the Bel again. It drove me nuts trying to figure out where the threats were. Since I had to drive through Cincinnati on my way … continued

I sat on the fence for so long, crawling through detector reviews and blogs until I finally made the move on the Valentine One. I live in Los Angeles and recently took a job in San Jose. With the kids in school, I promised the missus I would work Monday-Friday and come home for the … continued

While driving home from work, my V1 suddenly alerted me about a bogey closing from the rear. I could see nothing behind on this very curvy road, but the signal steadily grew stronger. I had to stop for a red light and when the sheriff unit finally came into view, it was obvious that the … continued

I drive an old Porsche, 1973 body, ‘83 subframe and a ‘93 motor–the best of every decade. I like to wrench and this is my baby. I’m not a speed demon. I save my triple digit speeds for the track, and I don’t like paying the “Porsche Tax” when I’m on the road, so my … continued

My first V1 was born in 1993. It still worked great, but I sent it in for an Upgrade. Defense is vital, I figure. And here’s an example of why I say that. I’m in the right lane of a 65-mph zone doing, well, let’s just say “what comes natcherly,” and watching a pickup in … continued

It was the summer of 2003, walking out of traffic court beaten and dejected as I reflected on the woe of my first speeding ticket. I swore at that moment I would never receive one again. I did my due diligence and paid what I thought at the time was too much for my Valentine … continued

The scene: I-20 eastbound–a colleague and I were scheduled to perform an audit in Lincoln, Alabama. I waited for him but he was running late, so he told me to leave and he would meet me there. I grabbed my V1 and set it up in my company car. En route, V1 screamed its laser-ahead … continued

As a new V1 owner—just two months–I didn’t know what to expect on my first trip, a nine hour run from Florida to North Carolina. I hooked the device up in my friend’s car, much to his doubts about its usefulness, and we rolled out. A few hours into the trip, on my driving shift, … continued