well, i know i did plenty of fucking around with my 88 stang, but the first one i clearly remember was in my second registered vehical, my 95 s10
warning: some people might have heard me tell this story before, but i fucking love it …
i cam rolling up to a red light on XXX rd in the ws pew area. it sometime in the evening after rush hour had died down, and the only other vehical at the light was a police officer from one of the nearby towns.
i calmly rolled to a stop in a civilived manner, and gave a friendly nod to the two officers in the car to my left. the driver of said car bumped the gas.
maybe because he spilled a bit of his coffee
maybe because he was adjusting his utility belt
maybe because he just wanted to mess with a kid in a lowered s10 … i dont know
being a car guy, i gave the typical car guy response, i reved back, expecting nothing to come of it
instead, the officer decided to look over, and then procede to brake torque his car. i start to laugh, then decide ITS FUCKING ON !
i rev, let it idle down, and then peg my lil 4 banger to redline, waiting for the light to drop
green light comes and i let the clutch fly as i back OFF the throttle, slowly accell through first gear, hammer second, slowly acell through second, hammer 3rd, and let the truck idle at the speed limit
by this time, the cops got a few lengths on me, he drops back, smiles, and takes off to his destination
few months later, im in roughly the sam area, and i get the gum drops and spot light treatment … fuck fuck fuck …
i get the book thrown at me, this cop seriously has a hard on for dragging me into jail for no apparent reason, asking me a million questions, asking if i know this drug dealer and that drug dealer, insisting my vehical was seen here and there and this place, insisting that he knows who i REALY AM, on and on and on … then proceeds to sit in his car on the radio FOREVER
holy fuck, im going to jail because he thinks im some huge criminal
after a solid 15 minutes in his car, he gets out and comes up to my window, most dead serious look on his face and his hand on his unbuttoned service revolver
fuck im going to jail …
he give me the look everyone DOESNT want from a cop, and then just busts out laughing, to the point that he almost fell over … and im totaly fucking lost as to whats so funny …
he just looks at me after he catches his breath … and asks me “hey, wana race again?”
mother fucker decided to zap me for “racing” him a few months back, knowing i wouldnt remember what he looked like
so i lost, twice … once because i wasnt about to actualy race an on duty officer, and once because i didnt remember what he looked like