Pictar this. Me, 4 friends, bowling, it's now 3AM, I'm driving them all home. Open highway. Yeah, speed limiter. The whole way. It was madness. And then I bail on the freeway, onto a major expressway. Also dead empty.... Or so I thought. Just as I bail on the exit, apparently a cop starts trailing me. I never saw him. Can't get close enough to pace me adequately, and no radar. I'm still doing like TWICE the speed limit - in order to beat the traffic lights. Pull off onto another major expwy, still dead empty, still haven't spotted my tail. Don't get up to speed, pull off into a shopping center to drop the chixx0r off at her car. Red, white and blue lights. "Oh, ******." "Dude, we're 50 yards away."
I'm courteous and polite, etc. etc. etc. have some issues finding my insurance card in the pcaket of stuffage from the glove box - because the one thing my passenger left in the box was the f'ing insurance card. He gave me my CD collection, but not my insurance card. They didn't buy the bowling story, but didn't do anything about it. He also had me roll down the rear windows, because he thought my back-seat passengers were getting it on (they better not have, that's my girl and my best friend) Once we got that figured out, I got off with a verbal warning. A verbal warning, when I should have been sitting in the back of his cruiser.
And my sources, who happen to have been listening to the police channels last night, tell me that they called in the description of everyone I was with, ran the plates on every car in the Weis parking lot (after I told them why I'd pulled into the shopping center, to drop the girl back off at her car), and they positioned themselves accordingly between that location and her house - to try to catch her doing something wrong. She didn't. And I drove right through the same gauntlet - and they didn't find a reason to double-team me, either. And then I dropped one of my friends off at home, and the other got his car. He was in front of me. And we proceeded to drive back through the gauntlet. By now, they thought we were long gone - and that they hadn't generated any revenue for whatever non-government they work for (They're the North York Area Regional Police, which overlaps nearly a dozen other police jurisdictions and isn't tied to any specific government). Enter my friend, who was "riding the yellow line" - he wasn't over it, mind you, he was just "too close to it".
I look in my rear view mirror - OMG NOT AGAIN, and pull over - much to my amusement, the two cruisers blew by me and Jason ended up pulled over - and was ticketed with much impunity.
I'm courteous and polite, etc. etc. etc. have some issues finding my insurance card in the pcaket of stuffage from the glove box - because the one thing my passenger left in the box was the f'ing insurance card. He gave me my CD collection, but not my insurance card. They didn't buy the bowling story, but didn't do anything about it. He also had me roll down the rear windows, because he thought my back-seat passengers were getting it on (they better not have, that's my girl and my best friend) Once we got that figured out, I got off with a verbal warning. A verbal warning, when I should have been sitting in the back of his cruiser.
And my sources, who happen to have been listening to the police channels last night, tell me that they called in the description of everyone I was with, ran the plates on every car in the Weis parking lot (after I told them why I'd pulled into the shopping center, to drop the girl back off at her car), and they positioned themselves accordingly between that location and her house - to try to catch her doing something wrong. She didn't. And I drove right through the same gauntlet - and they didn't find a reason to double-team me, either. And then I dropped one of my friends off at home, and the other got his car. He was in front of me. And we proceeded to drive back through the gauntlet. By now, they thought we were long gone - and that they hadn't generated any revenue for whatever non-government they work for (They're the North York Area Regional Police, which overlaps nearly a dozen other police jurisdictions and isn't tied to any specific government). Enter my friend, who was "riding the yellow line" - he wasn't over it, mind you, he was just "too close to it".
I look in my rear view mirror - OMG NOT AGAIN, and pull over - much to my amusement, the two cruisers blew by me and Jason ended up pulled over - and was ticketed with much impunity.
