ya i pretty much just ran for the fuck of it, lol, was following a certain black s13 coupe, at around 65-70 in a 45, saw the brake lights as i passed, i hit it, booked it down the next side street…dead end…fml, waited for the coast to become clear, waited too long, went to head out from end of said street, trooper blocks me in, pulls me out cuffs me, searches car, didnt find any drugs/alcohol just a bunch of “tools” (machete, several knives, about 30 shotgun shells, box of 7.62x39, compound bow, arrows, beating pipe, ect ect small fireworks, police scanner) i started bs-ing with him, he threatend to arrest me/tow car, i left with a shit eating grin on my face. The only thing i learned was that you cant keep a bowie knife in your door pocket.
rofl +1