- Jun 24, 2003
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So I was driving one time somewhere in Texas late at night. It was a short trip on a 60mph highway. I was anxious to get home, moving between 80 and 90mph, with spurts up to 100mph. There were very few cars on the road.
I see the sign for my exit, and as I glance from the sign to my rear view mirror, I see the reds and blues. A 6-pack of Rolling Rock minus two beers (taken by a friend of mine, I was entirely sober) sat on the front seat. I didn't know how fast he had seen me going, and I figured combined with the beer, this might be "going to jail" material. I touched the brakes for a second as I weighed my options.
Time fast forwards, I'm in the left lane, the speedometer is registering 140mph. I quickly realize there's no turning back now. I'm moving very fast. He's about a quarter mile back, he had a running start at me, but he can't hold his speed advantage as I continue to accelerate. He's falling back further and further. I move to the right lane. There are no cars in sight on this 6 lane super highway.
Trouble rears it's head in front of me. Another cop. Thoughts of going to jail flash through my mind. He doesn't even start to roll, he sits on the side of the road with his lights on. It's hard to tell if he ever started to move.
The original persuer is at least half a mile back, 2 rolling hills behind. I glance at the GPS, reading 167mph. I'm coming up over another rolling hill. I fly off an exit at 120mph, 380mm rotors clamping hard, kickin in the ABS as I skid to 40mph and slide right around the corner. Smoke pours from the wheel wells as I blast off down this mystery street. I take a few more turns into some neighborhoods and roll to a stop.
I call my attorney and wake him up. I explain the situation to him. He says I'm likely free and clear, as even a license plate provides no guarantee that I was driving the car. I don't think he ever got close enough to see the plate. I carefully wander around until I see a road I know, and make my way to my destination.
It was terrifying, exhilarating and an amazing rush. Oh, and I don't need anyone to tell me I endangered lives for my own selfish benefit.
Details have been purged and dates changed in this story, which is entirely fictional.
I see the sign for my exit, and as I glance from the sign to my rear view mirror, I see the reds and blues. A 6-pack of Rolling Rock minus two beers (taken by a friend of mine, I was entirely sober) sat on the front seat. I didn't know how fast he had seen me going, and I figured combined with the beer, this might be "going to jail" material. I touched the brakes for a second as I weighed my options.
Time fast forwards, I'm in the left lane, the speedometer is registering 140mph. I quickly realize there's no turning back now. I'm moving very fast. He's about a quarter mile back, he had a running start at me, but he can't hold his speed advantage as I continue to accelerate. He's falling back further and further. I move to the right lane. There are no cars in sight on this 6 lane super highway.
Trouble rears it's head in front of me. Another cop. Thoughts of going to jail flash through my mind. He doesn't even start to roll, he sits on the side of the road with his lights on. It's hard to tell if he ever started to move.
The original persuer is at least half a mile back, 2 rolling hills behind. I glance at the GPS, reading 167mph. I'm coming up over another rolling hill. I fly off an exit at 120mph, 380mm rotors clamping hard, kickin in the ABS as I skid to 40mph and slide right around the corner. Smoke pours from the wheel wells as I blast off down this mystery street. I take a few more turns into some neighborhoods and roll to a stop.
I call my attorney and wake him up. I explain the situation to him. He says I'm likely free and clear, as even a license plate provides no guarantee that I was driving the car. I don't think he ever got close enough to see the plate. I carefully wander around until I see a road I know, and make my way to my destination.
It was terrifying, exhilarating and an amazing rush. Oh, and I don't need anyone to tell me I endangered lives for my own selfish benefit.
Details have been purged and dates changed in this story, which is entirely fictional.
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