by Jeremy on Sun Mar 30, 2008 3:28 pm
That reminds me of a funny story. I've been a racer for a long time, and had about 7 fox bodies, so I feel extremely comfortable with donuts. It really is a combo of knowing the car, and restraint. Too much throttle will get you every time.
Anyway, my girlfriend and I were coming out of a movie theatre when some kids were standing on the curb near where we parked. This kid yells out "hey is that a 5.0?" and I said yeah, and he says "nice car, roast em off man". I told him maybe, and got in the car and started it up. As we were pulling out, they started doing the "burnout" signal with their hands. My girlfriend says "you know you want to do it, just do it".
So i pulled away into the empty part of the lot and just lit it up. I laid down a patch about a block long, kind of half braking, and then spun a couple donuts, and did a little figure 8 action in the open space. I've always liked the way those marks looked. After the smoke cleared I slowly pulled out of the cloud and headed towards the entrance of the lot, and noticed headlights at the parts store across the street. As I pull out on to the road, with small rocks hitting my fenders and everything, two sheriff cars hit their lights and pulled me over.
The officer walked up and asked for my license, reg, insurance etc. I gave him all that and he walked back, not saying a word. He was an older guy in his 50s, and I remarked to my girlfriend that he looked like a hot rod guy, maybe he'd cut me a little slack and only give me a couple tickets rather than raking me over the coals. "No chance" she said, and I started to think she was right. When he got back to the car, he asked for an explanation. I was completely honest (what choice did I have?) and told him I was being an idiot, screwing around and I deserved whatever he had to throw at me. He left back to his car again.
When he came back, he had all my info together and a couple of written warnings. I recognized the pink tickets in his hand and was shocked. (pink is warning, yellow is ticket). He said he figured I knew what I did, and was old enough to know better, and didnt think I'd do it again. He told me he appreciated the fact that I drove away from all the people and cars to do it, but that didn't make it right. Then he calmly reminded me if I so much as revved the motor up in town, he'd give me every ticket humanly possible and told me to be on my way.
I was shocked I had gotten so lucky. I figure that's the kind of thing that only happens once in a lifetime. If I didnt have a witness, I wouldnt even tell the story because it's so unbelievable.
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