I've had the Mustang for over 2 years now.
Through all the stupid shit i've done, i got pulled over for the first time tonight, heading home from work at 2:30 am.
from cemitary road i turn south tward my place and mashed the gas in 2nd, shifted 3rd and barked the tires good. Quickly, I slow down to 35-40 (in 35 and by the time i was about 1/2 mile down the road, i noticed crown vic lights behind me.
i stop at a stop sign and turn my blinker on late, and so does he, i know i'm hosed. I turn again and he hits the lights.
"SHIT"
I pull to the right, in a dirt patch way off the road, shut her down, turn off the lights and put my hands on the steering wheel so it's easy for him to see.
HIM: "Hi."
Me: "good evening officer"
"you in a hurry"
"Not really, just getting up to the limit as quickly as possible" (I know damn well he didn't clock me at this point, considering what speed i shift into 3rd, there is no way he would be this nice)
"where you headed"
"home, my condo is right around the corner, I work second shift at honda."
"Alright, I want you to try to keep the tires from squeeling."
"OK"
"Have a good night"
Thank the Lord!
[ 14. September 2004, 12:55 PM: Message edited by: mesteno ]