Socal858,

I'm diggin the truck. Very nice.

 

yep, you sure did.

 

dr franko,

actually, i'm not that bad....yet.


i still ride a little harley cruiser, and occupy myself with trying to make all the right choices given to a couple who are tyring to raise an 8 year old son.

(don't want him to make some of the wrong choices that daddy made)

was that tidbit at the end of your post a snippet of a song? if so (or if not) i leave you with another.

pound the prarie pavement, losing proposition
quit'n school, going to work, and never go'n fishin
plenty of water around, never learn how to swim now

 

Ohh at some point in time it might have been a favorite past time t obreak up the manotony of cruising until the parties would get started......

Most were a series of same turn disappearing acts in any number of vehicles, mine, families, friends, girls that picked me up, etc.
Nothing like watching the cops chase you from behind them....
Drift all the way around the block once or twice and bingo your right behind them. We called this chasing the rabbit (This was over a decade before anyone had ever heard of drifting.) Who is chasing who? Here I am but you can't see me! muhahahahaha

In the 68 fairlane, (AKA The Tank) It was drap green inside and out, it had a heavy 302 w/ 2spd power glide, 4.10 spool rear end. It was one tough SOB. Mechaniclaly and physically, you couldn't tear it up. In that I might have taken the cops down a log trail, down a creek bed and back to the road. Then I might have went around a few road blocks that were trying to stop me in doing so I might have torn up a few yards, fences, shrubs, ornaments and other yard decorations on an occasion. Then I might have managed to sneak it home after hiding in someones abandoned barn for several hours, got it home to repair damages and sell it the next day.

69 F100, 2wd, 240 I6, 3 on the tree, I might have gotten caught playing in a mud hole in a guys pumpkin patch hidden in town. I might have climbed out of the field by going up an embankment to get away from the sheriffs jeep, onto the interstate, only to find that I came out right in front of a highway patrol. I probably would have taken the exit ramp 200 yards away and taken duck and cover manuevers.

81 TA, weak.....
I might have ran an exxess of 120mph in a 35 mph zone to try to get away but probably cared for the car to much to destroy it, so ended up getting caught resulting in 30 days in pokey with work release.

87 Jeep cherokee,
I might have gotten clocked while running late for work, doing 60mph in a 35 mph zone while going thru a yellow light, just a few years ago. I might have slammed on the E brake as soon as I peaked the hill and out of sight before he got to trun around. Making a right on New Buffalo Rd, then again on first street, then again on what ever street that is then eased back out onto Jefferson behind the persuing cop. (Rabbit trick still works) Then went on to work sliding into the parking lot, jumping out while letting the tires slam into the parking block, and sprinting into work. Only to go out after I'd clocked in to shut the jeep off, and put it in gear.

 

I don't know man... they're pretty 'quick' on the turn around down there... then again, if I would've had a parking lot or similar, I would've been in there and parked / hidden. LOL!

 

Yea I ran a few months back after me and my buddies got in a huge fight at a bar and the cops showed up. I hid in the trees for about an hour then when I tried to get to my truck I ended up gettin shot with the f*ckin taser. Got couple days in jail and some probation. Suppposedly I was bein very "disorderly". . .

 

I think the judge you talked with passed away a few weeks ago. Better take it easy up here next time now.

 

This is all hearsay and therefor cannot be verified or used against me in a court of law {I hope}.
Back in the late 80’s. I had built up a car for my dad {long story, best told over a few beers]-a 1987 Mazda RX-7Turbo. Without going into detail, factory was 5.8 pounds of boost and when I got done, I was running almost 15 pounds. The key to this car it that it was a total sleeper: all the turbo badges were removed, the hood with the scoop was replaced with a regular hood, and it was that bland ‘sand” color. Anyone who has ever done anything with a rotary engine knows that those things can be LOUD! The good point was under 3000rpms, it was almost stock quiet, but open it up in the 4000-8000rpm range, and it sounded like an IMSA class car.

It is possible that I had been showing off to a buddy [what good is a fast car if you can’t show it off] and evidently someone called the KY State police. I “could” have been running in 5th gear, boost is up and we were moving about 140 or so on a divided highway and it was dark out [stupid, but then so what else is new]. A car goes by in the other lanes and that when my bud says hey, that car just hit its flashing lights. Certain comments were made that I cannot repeat here, but they should be pretty obvious. At this point the flight or fight reflex kicked in, and with this being dad’s car, I “may” have gone with the flight. We hit another highway, went down that to the little two lane back road and went flying down that. After getting lost for about 20 minutes, we popped backout to the same main road and right into a roadblock. By now the pucker factor was off the charts and we were trying to figure out whom to call to bail our sorry behinds out of jail. As we rolled up to the road block, the Trooper waved us through making a comment to the other one that this car [ours] was way too quiet and no way could have gone that fast. We were laughing so hard with release that it was a wonder that I could even stay on the road. Got home doing 55mph and getting passed by little old ladies in their Buick’s, but at that point, I did not care. We hit a full bottle of Seagram’s 7 that night and ended up passing out. My buddy, { a doctor now} still reminds me of this on a regular basis.

Woof
Bowser

 

Holy cow... seriouslY!?!? If I had known that, I would've sent flowers -- I definitely owed that guy a favor or two... that ticket was going to be HARSH and it all went away for court costs... *whew*

 

DISCLAMER: NEVER RUN FROM THE COPS & I WILL SAY THIS WAS INTERNET BRAGGING IF CONFRONTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT

Just twice and neither time I could "see" the blue lights in the mirror.

The first I mentioned in another thread already.

Going to ocean with a buddy in his Camaro, we blow a trap at 100+, I look in the mirror and he is motioning to GO GO GO, so I hammer it. We fly down to the next exit and jump off, make some quick turns here or there and disappear.


Same buddy and I were drag racing in a huge parking lot for the subway station. It was the perfect 1/4 mile....flat and had a marker right where we needed it. Well we made about our 3 pass and saw a Mass Transist cop coming down the entry ramp with his lights on. We fly out of there, take some back roads and in about 5 minutes have both cars tucked inside my 2 car garage. The guy went by a few minutes later, I presume still looking for us..



Nothing dramatic like these stories.

 

a '71 camaro in mid wisconsin in the country. i knew the roads like the back of my hand. i would never admit to racing fellas with lights many times, and winnning until i got to north carolina where a local pd followed me right into a corn field.(intentional hiding spot)
not bad wound up with a ten over ticket, $50, no points and "the stunt driving was kinda fun" according to my worthy pursuer. he was the last one i tried to race, glad it was a very cool officer who got me. (the others of course were just in my imagination or something, i would never)

scary: in geogia, flying down the interstate, no worries, no cops, look in the mirror to see georgia state patrol. he motions with his hand up and down to slow down. i do, he passes, then i see his back up right behind. could have been a huge ticket there.

 

Yeah, I'd left Augusta, GA on my way to Waterproof, LA and was breezing through Atlanta at about 80 MPH on I-20. Due to the way the highway is there, if you're moving fast enough, the cops behind you would be way behind and never know you were up ahead- blazing. So, all you really had to watch for was cops merging in right behind you, or right in front of you- and keep your eyes on the road. This had worked for me the previous 3-4 times I'd driven through ATL, never saw a police car.

Well, that day I'm cruising along at 80 - 85, passing hardly anyone, and jamming to the music. Just then, a white car made a move to pass me on the inside- I was in the middle lane. As he passed, he paused along side me, and I looked over. I could see the call-sign, or whatever that alphanumeric numbering system in big black letters on police cars, on his front fender; and he was talking on a CB radio. TACL something, with no lights on the roof. It was as if he was calling in the license plate of the car ahead of me, at 80 MPH- he probably got me too- I thought... He passed me, did the same with the next car, and the next- until he got out of sight...

About 3-4 miles up the road, traffic slowed down drastically, and as I got closer, I could see cops on both sides of the road, and they were pointing, and pulling people over, on both shoulders of the west-bound side of I-20. I just knew they were going to get me, assuming the guy in the car on the CB, was calling us all in.

They had about 16 cars pulled over. As I approached the makeshift road block, they waved me on through, and my pucker-factor returned to normal. I drove like I had some sense until I crossed the GA border, and entered Alabama. Shortly thereafter, I picked up a makeshift convoy, heading west with about 9 cars, rolling 80 - 90 MPH. I made my way to the front, where three of us up took turns leading the pack; normally, I'd never run pointman, but with my $129.00 Cobra Trapshooter, I felt pretty safe.

We ran at that speed all the way through Alabama, through Tuscaloosa and Birmingham, and I stopped in Meridian, MS to get gas. I cruised on into home from there. But, thanks to a state-wide high speed romp through Alabama, and some of Mississippi, I turned a normally 9-hour trip, into 7:15 minutes.

The only other time I ran nearly that far, that fast was from Shreveport, LA to Monroe, LA (Same car- 1991 Cavalier) following a Grand Am GT at about 90 MPH, at night, from mile marker 13 (Monkhouse, Dr.) to mile marker 120, near Pecanland Mall, in Monroe. I lost my nerve going through Monroe, and slacked off, back down to a reasonable 70 MPH (Speed limit was still 65).

 

How'd that happen? (Double post)

 

Twice.

First time I had just gotten my first car about three weeks prior and a buddy and I were driving to a friends party out in the country of Plant City Florida where I grew up. We were flying down a two lane country road in the middle of the night at about 95 mph when we see a car turn on the road about a mile ahead. We try and see what kind of headlights they were and the closer we got (mezmorized by the oh crap factor and not slowing down) we realized it was a cop. He went to turn around which I knew would take him awhile because it was a narrow road with no shoulder and only ditches on each side of the street. So we floored it and took off as the road banked 75 degrees off to the left. By this time we were long out of site and we hid the car and ourselves deep in the orange groves. This was easy, because like I say in the next instance, the car was tiny and light, so we fit perfectly in between orange trees. We saw him fly by with lights and sirens and waited till he was out of site before continuing onto the party.

I used to go to college at USF in Tampa Florida and the family lived in Austin Texas. I was driving back to Texas for the holidays and a lot of the highway trip is through the country. I was driving through Lousiana in my first car, light 2 door sports car, looked slow but was so light it actually could beat Mustang GTs. Anyhow I was going roughly 95 in a 55 right next to a old body style sporty looking F150 (definitely wasn't stock), I was in the left lane and he was in the right.

We flew around the bend in the two lane divided highway only to see a state trooper in the grassy median. As we came in sight of the trooper he shot his lights on and I heard the engine and exhaust of the F150 roar out of no where. He started pulling away from me and I decided I wasn't going to be the Dutch Boy with his finger in the dam. I gunned it and easily caught and passed him, though I was afraid to get too far in front of him and have the cop pass him and come after me, so I stayed close to him. By now we were going about 130 when the cop actually caught up, which distance wise probably only took him 5 miles. Like I said we were out in the middle of no where, in all this time we never saw another car, exit or road to hide off on, so it was straight line driving.

As soon as I saw the cop get within 1/4 mile of us, I pulled in front of the F150 which was easy to do, and kept my rear bumper very close to his front bumper in an effort to hide. The cop flew up on the F150 and stayed there for about a minute when the guy in the F150 decided to give up after all three of us (me, F150 and cop) slowed down to 60. The F150 and the Cop started moving to the shoulder and I did with them, only to floor it once we got to 50 and take off. By then the cop just stuck with the F150 and pulled him over. I took the next exit which was a mile away and took a back highway that was 5 miles north of the highway I was on. It was slower traffic, but at least I wasn't a sitting duck for a radio call.

Duke

 

then you need to go back in time and read Hersh's "VD in the 80's" stories