V1 Moments

I was on my way to church in my M roadster to prepare music for the three services; I’m the music director. My V1 started beeping on K band, indicating radar ahead. I slowed, and within a half a mile I noticed a State Trooper had already pulled over a poor soul (Sorry for the … continued

The scene was New Zealand, the North Island: it was late, and I was driving at a determined pace towards the mountains for a weekend of snowboarding. New Zealand Police have become extremely ruthless at enforcing our low speed limits. With no other cars on the road, I was the vulnerable one. After swinging down … continued

This V1 thing must have been created by the almighty. It literally saved my life. In Maitland, Fl, a suburb just north of Orlando, I was set to cross Highway 414—Maitland boulevard to the locals—and get onto Interstate 4. I was the first car in line at the left turn arrow. Maybe three seconds before … continued

It was Sunday night. I had been visiting my uncle. We’d just found out he was terminal with cancer: needless to say, watching my speed wasn’t at the front of my mind. Knowing how tough laser is to detect, I have an anti-laser cover on my front plate. I was on Long Island, heading up … continued

Last night, after my brand new V1 arrived, I went out driving with a friend. We were slowly headed down a main road here in town when all of a sudden “brap-brap.” Ka! Right then we came to a red light, and I rolled to a stop next to some moron in his shiny red … continued

I often make the drive from Akron to Columbus, Ohio. This is where the State Troopers earn their paychecks and take yours! Being from New York, I find the wide-open roads of Ohio an invitation to push the speed just a hair. Ok, make it a wig! Driving north on I71 at 5:20 pm, moderate … continued

I ran into a friend who had just bought a Passport 8500. He said it was better than my V1. He said he trusted radartest.com testing more than Car and Driver. So I bet him that my V1 could beat the pants off his Passport 8500, and the winner got to run over the loser’s … continued

Northbound on I-65, just south of Louisville, approaching the Shepherdsville exit: I was in the left lane, easing on up the road. About a quarter mile from the overpass, V1 sounded a blast, laser! I studied the road ahead, the shoulder, the median, and even the overpass silhouetted by the sky. But saw nothing. Nevertheless, … continued

Southbound on the I95 in The Bronx, coming up on the Throgs Neck bridge, I was cruising with the flow, 60-62mph. No rush: finishing a long day at work was stress enough. V1 had started a deet-deet that was still strong as I neared the deceleration zone for the tollbooths. Bleary-eyed, I had noticed a … continued

A certain detector-testing website downgrades V-1 because its directions say, “mount it high on the windshield.” It was precisely that high position that saved me. I was booking along the parkway when the laser warning went off, its strident tone sending my foot to the brake pedal even before I had consciously identified the warning … continued