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Originally Posted by Judas Booth
 My older brother used to have a 1970 Buick GS 455 Stage 1, mint condition, back in the 1980s. He had it tuned up and running great for a few years, and he took me out racing a few times. This wasn't anything like that 'Fast and Furious' stuff; this was just going out and finding other people with muscle cars and doing quick little races on back streets. My brother always won every race when I was with him.
I was with him on one night when we burned a cop that was chasing us. We had finished up a race and were tooling around afterwards when we saw the familiar 'cop lights' flashing in the distance behind us. My brother imediately turned of his lights and floored it, shifting to slow us down around turns so that he wouldn't tap the break lights. There were stretches where we buried the speedometer, so I honestly don't know how fast we were going, but it was exhilirating as hell to this 14 year old kid. Anyways, we made it back to his girlfriend's apartment and hid out for the rest of the night (he called my parents and told them that I was staying over). Good times. That was a fast fucking car. |
So at one point my friend sees a cop car taking a one-way street in the wrong direction. In his E-rush he declares 'well if they can do it, so can I' and follows the car at about 100m. The minute they notice, they hit the brakes & start turning around, lights already flashing. My friend turns into a side street, and decides to do a Hunter Thompson. To my absolute astonishment, he floors the gas and starts speeding through the city streets, cops in full chase. Makes 'em hit a couple of speedbumps, real Starsky & Hutch stuff. After a few turns, he suddenly hits the brakes and parks the car on the sidewalk, rolls down his window with a straight face. I immediately hid my stash of weed in one of the record sleeves in my bag, paranoid as fuck. Cops come at the door, going 'what the HELL you think you're doing?' He politely answers, 'just looking for a good place to park sir.' In the meantime, they had already called backup, so now we're there with four cops circling the car. First one orders a breathalyzer test, to which my friend calmly replies: 'I think I have the right to wait for another fifteen minutes sir.' He was right, and the cops are forced to stand there in the cold, waiting (it was middle of winter) while we're in the car with heating on, listening to the radio. After fifteen minutes my friend does the test, and it comes out negative. All of a sudden, they turn completely good cop. The chase seems to be forgotten, and to our astonishment we're let off with a 'try to drive a little more safely sirs'. So we did, and smoked ourselves into a silly stupor afterwards, manically laughing all the way.
