V1 Moments

As part of my job, I drive between Los Angeles and Las Vegas at least three times a week. I knew I had been pushing my luck, and had had several close ones with the authority figures on my long desert drives. So I bought a V1. Life will never be the same. I was … continued

FYI, my first radar detector was an Escort 8500 X50. It had saved me a lot of agony and for two years I loved the thing. But after learning more about radar detectors, I looked into V1. I read that the detection ranges were far superior to any other detector on the market—even the 9500i … continued

I was with a friend on a recent two-lane trip for the goose-hunting opener—think Double Nickel roads. He was driving my car and asking if the V1 was really worth the money. As we hustled along we encountered a K band signal. When it grew stronger and stronger we eased back to 55 just in … continued

While on the PA turnpike on my way up to Penn State for a football game, a trip I have made many times, I had numerous encounters with PA State Troopers running low-powered K-band guns. Here’s what made these encounters tricky—the State Troopers got smart; they were setting up their K’s next to Ka band … continued

I was north bound on I-5 in southern California. V1 sounded off, radar ahead, so I adjusted my pace to be in accordance with all known traffic laws, and watched for the source. I soon saw a CHP cruiser sitting on the side of the road facing traffic and in plain view. After I got … continued

Was just reading through your stories with a smile, your V1 Moments. I have two BMW M3’s and they both have Valentines, had them for a few years now. I live your stories on a daily basis. Went to Miami for the weekend, stayed at a five star resort. My wife had a $600 pair … continued

A friend was so favorably impressed with my new Subaru Sti that he purchased the exact same model about three weeks later. Unfortunately, his vehicle lacked one accessory which I consider essential equipment—Valentine One. Bill agreed, in theory, that he should buy a V1. But despite my merciless cajoling and predictions of doom, he simply … continued

May 8, 2005 – that date is burned into my world view; I was on my way home after work, running a no-risk 64 mph in a 60 zone. A Missouri Highway Patrol car rose out of a dip in front of me, drove past, turned around, and proceeded to pull me over. “License and … continued

Back when I was living with my Dad up in Redmond, WA, we tried to get out on the road at least once a year. We were on the longest stretch of the three-week trip, from Cheyenne, Wyoming, to Elko, NV, a 675-mile westward run on I80, when I came on a Mitsubishi 3000GT VR4 … continued

There is nothing like owning something wonderful and feeling like it’s OK to let it go. I was doing so well at watching my speed that I sold my V1 for someone else to enjoy. On a sunny Sunday morning I’m heading to a continuing education course. Entering a town that is known for speed … continued