The ranger and the robot

I was driving in a national park in Utah. The road had an outrageously low speed limit. As I crested a hill, V1 encountered strong X-band. Almost immediately, I also received a Ka-band hit straight ahead. Two for the price of one, you might say. Because right behind the “Your Speed Is…” sign was a … continued


Situation Awareness in Indiana

I was driving into Indianapolis on I-65 on my way to Des Moines when I got the Indy Welcome, a big ka-band hit, with the counter showing three ahead. Naturally I slowed and moved to the middle lane. Almost immediately I saw two Indiana troopers oncoming in the opposite roadway. The V1 count after they … continued


Clothing the naked

Sent my V1 in for an upgrade and got the email this morning saying it’s on its way back to me. I’ve heard a hundred times, “You never miss something until its gone.” I miss my clothes; I feel I’ve been driving naked for three days. Guys, I truly appreciate your fast turn-around time. Craig … continued


Road rage observed and rewarded

I was on a road I travel every morning and have seldom seen a cop.  This particular morning I had been booking along at a good commuting pace when a traffic light caught me. As I waited, V1 went crazy. At the green, as I start to pull through the light, the driver of the … continued


The boss got a V1

My business takes me to Togliatti in Russia four times a year. I fly into  Samara, someone from Lada picks me up, and we drive the 80 kilometers to Tog. As often as not, the cars are fitted with radar detectors and it is not  unusual to pass four or five speed cameras, or cops with … continued


West Texas, where V1 takes a long view

A friend and I were riding V1-armed motorcycles near the Big Bend Region of Texas, from Marfa south to Presidio on US67. In the flatlands of west Texas, my V1 can detect bogeys miles away, and outside of Marfa we got a single Ka hit. If you have V1’s audio plugged in to your headset, … continued


Silence is good until it isn’t

Same old trip, same old highway from Houston to Waco.  Got my V1 dialed down to full silence; It’s somewhere between 15 and 18 years old and, for the last couple of years it seems to be alarming all the time from false K-band. Besides, I’ve driven this road enough to know where the locals are hiding, … continued


V1 versus the dust collector

I have a V1 and an Escort Redline. The Redline is in the closet collecting dust. Why? Because, as a detector enthusiast, I want the best of the best, and there is no path for improvement with the Redline. Escort just wants to sell you a new model. V1 is a different story. Kudos to Mike … continued


Wee-hours ambush, no casualties

I just wanted to tell you that I love my V1–it has served me well for years. It saved me in the wee hours as I was coming back from Madison, Wisconsin. I topped a hill and got a full-frontal blast. Outside was pitch black and LEO was lights off. I spiked the brakes. Sure … continued


V1 spoke when it counted

We took my Turbo Miata to Colorado. It’s fast, and the higher in altitude it goes, the better the turbo seems to breath. The route: Dallas to Colorado Springs–about 725 miles north to Amarillo, then on TX 87 through Dalhart into New Mexico. Just before we hit the border, near Perco, TX, there was a hit on … continued