one more!! A long time (80's) ago a buddy of mine had Fred Catlin build a motor for his 81 regal and it was about a 500+ hp engine. I took it to KCMO to street race and so we parked at McDonalds on metcalf and 101? I think. Well one of my buddies and I went for a quick ride and on 101? I saw a car about 1/2 mile back coming our way so I pulled out and let it rip!!! The car was a 456 gears spooled slicked up on a SP400 trans and it had been 7.20 in the 1/8th mile already. I went to 100 easily then shut it down and the car behind me had now red lights flashing thru the grill ou: He pulls up oin the side of me and said " You need to follow me to MCD's I have a call there and I will decide what to do with you then" Guess where my truck was??????????????? Well I went ahead and followed him into the lot and feeling stupid I handed my licence over and he says "stay here I will be right back" I sat there for an eternity and I saw him gather up the other officers and I hear him say loudly " I WAS AT 100MPH AND HE WAS WALKIN AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh boy ou: Then after a few more agonizing minutes he came back to the car and said "well boys since you knew I was on call and you could have run from me and instead you manned up to take your medicine I am man enough to let you go" and with that He handed back the licence and walked away..................:eek2:
Looks like I was "merging" it for you Greg, while you were following Mike's suggestion! Oh well... :error:
One night 15-17 years ago Lee and I were cruising Ripon in the Chevelle. Some farmer kids had 2 Ford Mach 2's and one of them wanted to race. So, we made a deal to go out NW of town to run. There was a string of cars following us and just as we lined up the rollers came on way back in the distance. Well the flag went down and Lee creamed the Ford and we got to the stop sign and turned right. Every car behind us turned left. Lee turned off the lights and slowed down. Uh oh. You guessed it, the rollers turned right. We had an open 12 pack in the back seat. Seems the county line was just 1/4 mile to the left. ou: The cop was really nice and said he appreciated that we stopped instead of having to pick us out of the trees. He admonished Lee for having me in the car when he was racing. He said you could run from me but the motorolla will always catch ya and he let us go. Parking story: I used to work at Perkins and all the County cops came in there on break so I knew most of them. One night Lee and I were parking at the carp ponds and a cop went through. An hour or so later he comes back and this time stops and shines his light on us. (Sound like the Clarence Carter song? LOL!) Dang that's embarassing! He says, "Oh hi Connie. I just thought I'd stop and make sure you guys weren't asphixiated or something." Yeahsureright, pervert! The cops all gave me crap about that one for a long time. I figure it's ok to share this story because we have been married for 14 years now.
One nice spring day after higschool let out my buddies (6 of them) and I load up in my 69 Wildcat to go to A&W for a rootbeer. Well on the way we get stoped buy a red light . My father (a city police officer) on duty pulls up beside us. Sence my freinds didn't know who he was I decided to have a little fun with them and yell over at him "Hey copper, That car (taures) have any balls?" He just grins and says back "when the light turns green you'll just have to find out" So load up against the brake while my freinds a re telling me to stop and that they do'nt want to go to jail. Well light turns green and I let of the brake and give it just enough gas to bark the tire. Dad in the cruser just floors it and is walking away. Well I'm not going to get beat so I floor it and fly right by him. As soon as I hit the 35 speed limit I let off and cruise normal. Dad then pulls in behind me and follows us to the A&W. I pull into the parking lot and he just drives right on by. My freinds are so relieved. Dad and I still laugh about this to this day. An alcohol induced story: Greg and I were across the street from my folks helping some freinds work on putting a lift kit on a 4x4 and drinking lots of beer. I decided to walk across the street to get something to eat. Well being drunk I didn't want to walk the 1/8 mile back and decided to drive my 85 Blazer over. Rather than use the driveways I drove through the ditch. Before entering the ditch I stoped and put the T-case in low range and floored it. I did'nt know that Blazers flew so well. Greg said that I had to have at least 5 to 6 feet of air under the tires. Well when I landed The bumper nosed into the ground causing the truck to porpuse (sp?) back and forth about 7 or 8 times. When I got it stoppped I went and parked it and grabbed another beer. About 5 minites later after everyone stopped laughing I looked at the truk and noticed that I bent the front of the frame upwards about an inch. How that truck survived I'll never know.
Stupid Drunken Friend Back in high school one morning I was taking my (at that time) girlfriend to breakfast before class and on our way we see a buddy's Chevy Blazer being driven by another not so buddy,I stopped him to ask what gives and he was skunked to the max,had been up all night partying and while the truck's owner was passed out,he snagged the key's to go for a cruise.I told him for his own well being he should go right back and hope the other guy is still asleep.We continue on our way and the dip-s__t follows us driving like a drunken idiot, the girl tells me to lose him so with out thinking it through I hit the highway and get off a couple exits later and he's still a couple of blocks behind us we go over some train tracks and make a left and in my rear view mirror I watch the Blazer take the same turn wide,jump the sidewalk,take out a mail box,three or four parking meter's,shoot across the street,through some bushes and into a commuter parking lot striking no less than twelve parked cars and come to a rest against a bus stop shelter.I wanted to keep going but the girl said we should go back to see if he's OK.We do and when the police arrive, I am informed that I will be charged with Reckless Driving based on a twitness telling them that we were racing.We all get to visit the Highland Park IL. lock up and I have to face her Dad picking her up,My good buddy who owned the truck collecting the carcas,and My dad (who let me sit till about 10pm)telling me I gotta sell my 'Lark to pay for a lawyer and get some new friends. In the end when the court date comes around,turns out the cops gave the other guy the wrong date and I faced the wrath of the twitness,most of the owners of the twelve cars,the D.A. and the judge.Plead out and cost me several G's in fines and lawyer fee's. That guy avoided me for twenty two year's and he finally grew the nads to apologize to me.....at my mothers funeral.His timing still suck's. Dana
I had driven my GN down to my parent's house to visit for the weekend. It was Friday afternoon so I stopped at my dad's shop before heading over to their house. My friend Drew happened to be there and he had ridden over with his buddy Jeremy who had a Jeep CJ 5 converted to two wheel drive packing a 427 cid big block Chevy. It sounded pretty good too. Well, we got into this discussion as to who could do a longer burnout and anyone who has ever owned a Grand National knows where this is going. I did the first one, right out in front of my dad's shop which is exactly one block away from the police station. Jeremy does the next one and damnit if he dosen't get me by 20 feet. OK, so that's how you want to play? I get out on the street again and let her have it. I had black tracks for 3/4 of the block and just about skidded into the next intersection. Well, Jeremy tried to beat that, but he had no chance------GN's do great burnouts! Shortly after Jeremy finished his 2nd burnout, Officer Grenke (it's a small town) pulls up in his squad. Grenke and I have a little history:grin: so he starts chewing me out. This guy that worked for my dad goes, "hey I think it was those guys over there" pointing to some kids on bicycles. Grenke dosen't buy it and puts his hand on one of my rear tires and just about burns it. He askes why the tires are so hot and I told him I had just gotten off of the interstate. Then he ran his hand around the inner fenderwell and rubber chuncks fell all over the ground. I was still refusing to admit that I had done anything. He's swearing that he "heard" me. I told him that he did not "hear" my GN. He says something about my Riv and he can only imagine what kind of motor I've put in this thing. I told him it was a stock V6. For some reason he still didn't believe me. Finally Jeremy who is all scared tells officer Grenke that it was him that Grenke had heard. Grenke asks which car is his and Jeremy points at his Jeep. It was very hard not to laugh. Grenke finally left and swore that he would catch me some day.:grin: The End.
One I will always remember which some of you may think is gross occured on my way to my first GS Nats. We were in the car and I was looking straight ahead and all I saw was some kind of big bug splatter on the windshield. After looking at it for a couple hours we stopped in a gas station and I had the job of cleaning it. I figure that we hit it at about 75 MPH and it was also coming in our direction. Cleaning this thing off was probably the most difficult task I have ever had to do. It wasn't fully removed until the next day at the car wash with the power washer. I will post more when I can think of the many there was.
Theres this one Dodge in our area(Challenger, Charger or Dart, one of those) that is a sweet pro street car. It has an 8-71 supercharger bolted onto some Mopar engine, big meats on the back and a chute. It is more of a race car I guess but the guy still drives it on the street. Anyways, I guess it is made out to be the real thing in terms of reliability and speed. At the local cruise night the guy shows up with it. It sounds good as it goes down the isle and starts to go to a parking space. The reliability of the car was true until the sound of something under the hood breaking filled the parking lot. The speed was proved by how fast the owner and his friends pushed it into the empty space and how quick they got the hood off the car. After this night, it was the last I've seen of this car all year. It's more of a kill story but this is the topic of the weekend so I thought I would share it here. More to come.
Burn baby burn When I was in my late teens/early twenties and living home, a kid down the street from me had a mid 70's camaro. The car was kind of beat up and not much in the way of performance. Anyway, he tried to sell it for months on end. It was on the front lawn with for sale signs, listed in the local paper and the local trader. No luck. So, he cooks up a way to get rid of it and get his money. (I found out about this after the fact) He arranged to have the car stolen, stripped, and burned in a fairly big city a couple of towns away. That task being taken care of, the police report filled out, the flamed out carcass found, he calls the insurance company to make his claim. He gives them all the information, they review his policy and say "I'm sorry Mr. ________, but you don't have fire or theft coverage on that vehicle". Too funny, what a dope.
My 70 Stage was never the hottest car in town but it scared a few folks with the impressive 2nd and 3rd gear barks. Back then, maybe 1982, I was stupid and would let about anyone drive it as long as they left the keys to their car. One night, about 10:30pm, with a bunch of us are piled up on car hoods and tailgates, BSing in front of the Dairy Queen, a guy I knew asked if he could drive my car to the quickie mart because his was blocked in. I can see it from where we sat so figured it was harmless. He got the keys, left me his and drove off...the other direction. I'm still not too worried until someone points out you can hear some headers growling and lots of tire barking echoing down the road. Seems he went to the quickie mart on the other side of town. After about 5 minutes we hear tire squalling and gear barking heading back toward us. Just as he pulls in, cops converge on him from all sides. One followed him in and two blocked his exit. One more kept passing by on the strip. Here we are with front row seats. Swear to God, when he got out of the car, one of the cops said, "Damn it! It's not him!" He still got a ticket for doing 70 in a 35 and reckless driving. I have another paranoid that the cops were after me story for later!
Paranoid, Part 2 A buddy had been riding with me and loved how easily the car barked second in drive (K-B T400) with no manual shifting. He was dying to try it himself so (remember, earlier I said I'd let anyone drive it) I pulled off in the mall parking lot and let him drive. We pulled out the lower side of the mall, heading uphill. He held it in 1st gear to 30MPH, engine roaring, headers really sounding good, when we meet a cop. He lets off and the car nearly drug the front bumper. Then he knocked it into drive, looked and me and said, "I'm gonna RUN!" with all the adrenaline he'd built up. I cussed him and told him to pull over as we could see the cop pull a U-ey right in the middle of the road. We hadn't done anything illegal...yet. We get pulled into the car wash and my friend was about to get out and I made him wait till the cop pulled in behind us. This boy jumped out of his car so fast, it was still rocking from being slammed into park. His ticket book in hand, he walked toward the car. My buddy, who is 6'4" gets out of the drivers side as I exit the other, all 5'10" of me. You could see the expression on the cops face change from a grin to one of disappointment. He stepped back, tossed his ticket book in the car and pulled another one off the dash. My friend got a warning ticket for excessive noise even though my duals were legal with complete tailpipes. Tell me that aren't out to get me now? I have a 3rd and 4th instance, too! Maybe it had something to do with idiots (besides me) driving my car like a moron.
Drunk + Buick = STUPID!ou: :blast: :gt: Back in my "wild" days, me and about 6 buddies got totally trashed one night, and took the Skylark out on the Backroads (I'm talking DIRT and GRAVEL backroads:eek2: ). We almost ended up in a couple of Cornfields, because we were doing, like, 60 (on GRAVEL ou: ). That's CRAZY! The back end starts fishtailing, we end up doing a 180 deg. turn around, but we're still going BACKWARDS, SLIDING on the gravel road! I came to a "T" intersection, and took it SIDEWAYS, to hit a POWER BOX that was in the ground, with the Rear 1/4 panel. It was like a Punter kicking a Field Goal. We watched the box fly out into the cornfield, and at the same time, we watched all the LIGHTS in the nearby FARMHOUSES, GO OUT! That scared the "...." outta me!:eek2: I was getting tired, though (actually fell asleep a couple of times, while driving, until my buddy WOKE ME UP!) He said that HE could drive us home ok, and that he was starting to "sober up". I believed him, but I still didn't totally trust him with MY car. I was TOO TIRED to DRIVE, and I realized it, so I LET him drive. The next thing that happened, we are out on the main highway, on our way home, and he says: "Wanna see something REALLY scary?" (We just watched Twilight Zone: The Movie, before we went out). He turned the Headlights out, as in the movie, and FLOORED IT!:eek2: I was drunk, and scared (that he was going to WRECK MY CAR, but I wasn't "worried" that we could have BEEN KILLED), and I panicked, and I opened the Glovebox and got a FLASHLIGHT out, and turned it on, and pointed it out the WINDSHIELD onto the road ahead! It was FUNNY! (Only because we were DRUNK!) I knew we had to be around 120mph! After a few minutes, I put the flashlight back, and we got back to "normal" speed (55-60), with the Headlights on, and out of NOWHERE, we see these "RED" Flashing lights! o No: :eek2: BUSTED!:eek2: We pulled over, and the cop walks up to the car (my buddy still behind the wheel), and asks: "What in the "H..." were you THINKING?" I was STANDING on the SIDE OF THE ROAD, TAKING A DEER REPORT, AND I DIDN'T EVEN "SEE" YOU GO BY! I JUST "HEARD" YOU GO BY! IF I HAD MY RADAR ON, I WOULD BE TAKING YOU TO JAIL, RIGHT NOW!" He went through the "license check", and all that, and even interrogated my buddy. I was SURE he was going to get a DUI! I don't know HOW the cop COULDN'T SMELL the ALCOHOL on his BREATH! But HE DIDN'T! We came up with the lame excuse that "Since the Car is almost 20 years old, there's a SHORT in the Headlight Switch that causes the lights to go ON and OFF!" The cop said "Get it FIXED", "SLOW THAT THING DOWN!", and "GO HOME, AND GET A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP!":eek2: ou: GEEZ! STUPID AND LUCKY, in the SAME NIGHT!:spank: ou: I'm glad I don't ever have to worry about "Drinking and Driving" anymore! (I haven't had a "Drink" SINCE then, almost 14 years! I just think that all the MONEY that I've SAVED from DRINKING, is the money that I've SPENT for MY BUICKS! That IS a lot!):Brow: :TU: :Smarty: :bglasses:
One night with a friend and my little brother in the car, we were just cruising around and my friend had mentioned "let's go to the haunted house!". (There's this really old house that's about 100 feet from this cemetery, you have to drive through the cemetary to get to the house.) This is late at night and it's really dark and the streetlights were/are pretty far apart (this is on the outskirts of town) and the light doesn't shine far into the cemetary. So my friend say's "let's get closer!" so I drive into the cemetary, after hours in the dark (did I mention I had been persuaded to turn off my headlights?), and we're driving on these ruts in the ground that had been filled in with cement at least 50 years ago. The conversation kind of went like this: Me-"I can't see where we're going." Friend-"Just keep going straight, I want to get a closer look." Me-"I'm not gonna go any farther, I can't see where we're going." friend-"Come on, closer!" Me-"No, I'll end up driving over a grave or something." Friend-"Just turn on the headlights then, jeez." So I stopped and turned on the headlights. Turns out that the road we were on ended about 10 feet back and I had been driving on the grass that leads to a few graves. When I turned on the headlights, there just happened to be a headstone about 2 feet from my bumper. :eek2: I'm just glad I had stopped then instead of 3 feet ahead. 0_o
I've got two, Both involving My 71 Riv, the first is the cop story: I was a t a buddies house, everybody drinking but me, and at around 10 o'clock I got heaved into the pool. Now it was only abou 50-60 out at night so I was freezing, and didn't have a change of clothes so I was going to go home and get changed, Now I was driving home, still dripping! and got yanked for doing about 65 in 40, damn cop wouldn't even give me a break! The second one involves a ricer: I was with my Girlfriend at a stop light when a ricer pulls up beside me. All show no go, but makes like he wants to race anyway. So my girl rolls down her window and motions for him to do the same, as he does she screams the sound the dukes of hazzard charger horn would make. If you type it it kinda sounds like da-de-da-da-da de-da-da- da-da-da. As she gets to the last beat the light turns green, and I'm gone! He never caught up!
The best one i have,(kinda short) is when this mid nineties fire-bird that pulls up beside me, and i could tell it was some jerk wanting to race. it was on main street, and that fire-bird kept going front-back-front-back-etc. Im assuming it was a manual shift car. before the light turned green, i put my car in neutral and reved my car a little and pulled it into drive and when the light turned green i shoved the accelerator down a little and I caught my tire in some loose-gravel and my car slid to the left a little and when the tires caught the pavement it took off like a bat out of hell. The firebird was ahead by a little and I caught up to it and left it in the dust in high second gear at 50 mph. I was about 3 school bus lengths ahead of it and the light ahead of me turned orange and i ran through it in time to leave the firebird behind. I wasn't going to let some pontiac beat me in a short-light race:laugh: big heavy buick with a 231 V6 vs a light firebird with a V8 and manual gear box. :moonu: That's a story worth remembering! -Cody
:bglasses: There was one Fridley, MN Police officer during my high school days. That for some reason, despite catching me doing the wrong thing several times never cited me. I drove a '72 Cutlass Supreme, and had just put a posi into it that I got out of my freind's '66 GS before it got hauled to the junkyard. I know! I know! But this was '78 or '79 when we didn't know better! So, I had a lot of fun with that posi and would do figure 8's in the street to amuse myself. When one night after I had dropped everyone off I had a little fun on the way home. Did a little doodling on the street and proceeded on my way. In my rear view mirror I see a cop that had to have driven through smoke and over my marks in the street! About a block behind me. I was near the border of the city so of course I take off into into the next city. He's on me right away and I pull over and stop. Cop: "Where are you heading Dale?" ( I'm glad I'm no longer on a first name basis with the cops.) Me: "Home". Long awkward pause.....And then he says. "Your gonna have to put tires on this soon if you keep that up." Me: Being a teenager, I probably grunted something inaudible. Cop: "Just be sure you head home. " And we went our seperate ways. Him always looking the other way with me f'd with my head more than tickets would ever have!
