Today was a rather brisk, yet sunny day. A bunch of us were at Seitz’s checking out Stallmer’s K20 Civic and just general bullshitting. Stallmer was giving free rides in exchange for blowjobs allll day long (which caused the initial 3 complaint calls to the Nisky police), so obviously the opportunity for a ride in the K20 civ could not be passed up. Tires were roped off, front wheels on motards were lifted off the ground, well, you get the idea.
Then, Mr. 333whp himself came up with the idea. “Hey, i’ll let you ride my Motard if you let me drive your K-twizzle.” An agreement was made, and we set off to cause a whole shitload of ruckus.
Upon turning onto the main drag, I automatically could tell something was about to go down. The aroma was in the air, I just had that gut instinct. As I looked to my right, I saw the Civic banging 2nd gear, melting the Falken rubber that was on the car. The exhaust roared, and my SMR rumbled at a steady 1800RPM awaiting a rather lengthy 3rd gear wheelie.
As I set the front wheel down around 70mph (and the WR moving at the same rate of speed beside me), I saw him. A Nisky cop stunting down the road in his White marked Chevrolet Impala. I was engine braking for a while, and passed him around 40mph. Still, I know he saw us causing trouble (the car as well as the bikes following). As we got to the end of the road, I saw him pull a u-turn and begin the chase.
I turned onto another main road to head back to where we were hanging out before. As I looked in my golf club shaped mirror, I saw the cherries illuminate and Stallmer putt putting with the cherries on. :rofl What a tard (on the motard).
This is where I got fed up with the bacon chompers and decided to ignite all 510 cc’s of the SMR away from this cop. I was light years away from the cop and luckily he had no idea where I was.
Unfortunately, the Niskayuna Sargeant DID know where I was since I was coming in his direction at an estimated 70mph. He drew his gun on me, and I had no choice but to stop, bend over, apply lube, and accept the long hard dick of the law. Stallmer arrived about 2 mins after, driving at about 15mph, and with the Nisky cop following him for the past mile or so with the lights on. :rofl
I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
-Wreckless driving (misdemeanor)
-70mph in a 30mph
-Unlicensed operation
-Impounded bike
Matt got an unlicensed operation ticket (since he was only putt puttin’ and didn’t run :lol). The WR also got impounded.
Live and learn.
P.S. Fosters is a rather delicious beer. Cheap and effective (yes I am drinking right now, haha)