The Speeding Ticket

[rocco16v at netzero.net (L F)]

You be right, PB.  
Nothing gets the adrenalin pumping like running from the law.

Larry
  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Patrick Bureau 
  To: 'Anson Clement' ; scirocco-l@scirocco.org 
  Sent: Monday, March 22, 2004 6:29 PM
  Subject: RE: The Speeding Ticket


  Heheh Anson, remind me a "little encounter" I had about 3 days ago, It was
  9pm, work was over, and I was cruising at my usually 70mph on I-114
  Eastbound, highway is almost empty so I come to one of my favorite bends
  (one that is a long slope downwards and turns right before a long straight
  on I183 towards home... A great tune comes on the radio it gets cranked out,
  the sunroof is wide open, and I enter the curve at 85, I see the cop clear
  as daylight, as I am in the right lane, he's standing door open, facing me
  with his radar gun in hand.... I know I am nailed... But notice the I183
  westbound exit (oposite direction from home exit right after him, knowing
  that exit jump to I12 or I183 in a susccession of curves and dip, I press
  on, blow by the trooper, blinded by 560watts of lights I see him put his
  hand up to his eyes, as I roar by him and bolt unto the offramp.... Pull
  towards I12, jump off, run underpass, jump back unto I-114 in the opposite
  direction, quick succession of on and off ramps, I am on the otherside of
  the highway where the cops was,  a quick look tells me hes on the chase... 

  I jump off at mcartur (1/2 mile up, hard right, back on I 114, then I183
  Westbound once again.... Go down 3 exit, pull out cross over highway and
  find a parking spot between a park 18 wheeler and a building, shutdown,
  black out, get out of car and walk away..

  Smoked about 5-6 cigarettes 2 blocks from car... Saw the cop twice with
  lights on, looking for me....hehehe

  Found a coffe shop, had a few more smokes and a coffee... Let car sit alone
  in the dark commercial hideout for 45mins...

  Walked back to car, sat nervously... Thinking... If he catches me I am in a
  whole lot of trouble, so I head westbound again, then southbound I360 for
  miles, the detour I20 eatsbound and I80.... Never saw it again....never got
  caught (thanks to no license plate in the front (hard to not recall ATS GTX
  on a texas plate...) 

  I drive that hwy everyday... But I do 60-65 since...lol

  Yes I had to change my shorts once at home and drink a few beers...next time
  Ill just pull over.. Easier on the nerves...

  ---
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  ->-----Original Message-----
  ->From: scirocco-l-bounces@scirocco.org 
  ->[mailto:scirocco-l-bounces@scirocco.org] On Behalf Of Anson Clement
  ->Sent: Monday, March 22, 2004 4:52 PM
  ->To: scirocco-l@scirocco.org
  ->Subject: The Speeding Ticket
  ->
  ->
  ->The Speeding Ticket
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  ->A Monday in mid March can be many things, in Ohio such a day 
  ->is usually rather shitty. The Monday Im about to tell you 
  ->about was balmy-ish, uneventful, with just a hint of boring. 
  ->I was tooling home from my last job of the day, my 8V 
  ->Scirocco was running well for a car thats been beaten like a 
  ->two dollar Mexican whore and I was feeling good. 
  ->
  ->I-70 between Zanesville and Columbus is a lonely rolling 
  ->stretch of highway, sections of which dip through mile and a 
  ->half long valleys. It was at the lip of just such a hollow 
  ->that the ever present urge to crush the loud pedal snuck up 
  ->on me, bludgeoned my better judgment, and had its way. 
  ->
  ->The 8V surged forward with all the power and grace of a dead 
  ->ostrich, the new engine eschewed a wonderful symphony of 
  ->rattles and clanks as the tach needle wavered past 5k. My 
  ->brakes sent a wobbling complaint through the pedal and into 
  ->my suddenly heavy right foot, I saw him, but far too late. 
  ->The cruiser angled, door ajar, one boot on the ground, laser 
  ->gun to eye. I swept by him at a suddenly attained 65, the 
  ->baleful glare told all I was well and truly fucked.
  ->
  ->As the beater struggled up the far side of the valley my eyes 
  ->locked on the rearview, mind scrabbling desperately for a 
  ->plausible lie. My speedo cable was in fact broken but the 
  ->fact that I was passing other cars like a supermodel in a 
  ->buffet line might have cast doubt on the legitimacy of such a 
  ->claim. I could say something about a stuck throttle but my 
  ->complete lack of breasts might make the officer disinclined 
  ->to let me off on such a tall one. One twenty in a sixty five 
  ->was certainly a mandatory court appearance, no wait, this is 
  ->Ohio, more like mandatory castration!
  ->
  ->I had now reached the other side of the valley of the shadow 
  ->of death, still no flashing lights, no speeding grey shape 
  ->looming in my rearview. Twenty minutes later and still no 
  ->pork, the elation washed over me, the smell of sweet reprieve 
  ->almost covering the pungent odors emanating from my now soggy crotch.
  ->
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