- Oct 9, 1999
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Let's hear some stories 
1) About a half-hour before leaving for an away basketball game for our HS, we were all standing around in the school parking lot. A friend of mine begs me to drive my dad's '94 Explorer 4x4 (which I happened to be driving that afternoon). Of course I said no, but he kept on begging and begging. I gave in and handed over the keys. He went blazing around the school parking lot gunning the engine, slamming on brakes, spinning around, laying down tire tracks all over the place, and nearly rolled the thing a few times. In the mean time, I'm nearly having a heart attack as I keep screaming his name for him to bring the truck back to me. He finally hears me and brings the truck to a halt in front of me with a smell of burnt rubber, and disc pads. Of course I never told my dad
2) Two weeks later, me and this same friend go racing down the street in our old hoopties (at the time). He in his mom's Chevy Celebrity and me in my '87 Pontiac Sunbird 4-door. We lineup and we're neck and neck for about 6 blocks. We stop at a light and chat for about 10 seconds. The light turns green and my little 4-banger blasts off and leave the Celebrity in its wake on up to 80MPH (45MPH zone). As I get to the next stoplight, I see the flashing red and blue lights in my mirror
The cop asks me how fast I was going and I say 60. He believes me (which also saved my license). We both got charged with racing, I got a lawyer, said that we were just "going fast" and not racing, and got the charged dropped down to reckless endangerment and then took a Prayer for Judgement (means you're scott free with no penalty if you keep a clean driving record for 3 years). So I still have clean record and still have another year to go on the PJC.
1) About a half-hour before leaving for an away basketball game for our HS, we were all standing around in the school parking lot. A friend of mine begs me to drive my dad's '94 Explorer 4x4 (which I happened to be driving that afternoon). Of course I said no, but he kept on begging and begging. I gave in and handed over the keys. He went blazing around the school parking lot gunning the engine, slamming on brakes, spinning around, laying down tire tracks all over the place, and nearly rolled the thing a few times. In the mean time, I'm nearly having a heart attack as I keep screaming his name for him to bring the truck back to me. He finally hears me and brings the truck to a halt in front of me with a smell of burnt rubber, and disc pads. Of course I never told my dad
2) Two weeks later, me and this same friend go racing down the street in our old hoopties (at the time). He in his mom's Chevy Celebrity and me in my '87 Pontiac Sunbird 4-door. We lineup and we're neck and neck for about 6 blocks. We stop at a light and chat for about 10 seconds. The light turns green and my little 4-banger blasts off and leave the Celebrity in its wake on up to 80MPH (45MPH zone). As I get to the next stoplight, I see the flashing red and blue lights in my mirror