With the repair of my home computer, which in turn gives me access to 6mt.net at home again, I have officially returned to hang out with you guys after work. I felt that it would only be right that I return with an amazing true story for my friends.
Its late evening just before dusk, in my hometown of Cerritos California, a middle-upper class suburb of L.A. on the Orange County boarder. Sunglasses on, I approach my Gtrefive like an astronaut approaching the Saturn V capsule in Apollo 13. The paint's pearl effect is sparkling in the sun, giving it a mystical shine. I open the door, and the King is now in his throne, bucket-seat hugging me along the sides, snuggly securing me for the adventure I am about to embark on. Fuel is ignited and there is an instantaneous roar from the exhaust that settles to a low rumble like a purring tiger. I place my hand on the shift knob and rev the engine, "vrrROOM vrrROOom"! The vibrations oscillate through my arm as the car becomes an extension of my hands and feet. Clutch released, and the car moves spiritedly down the street, exhaust resonating through the neighborhood. I am at the beach 15 minutes later.
Upon my return from a cruise down Pacific Coast Hwy, I exit the 91 freeway onto Carmenita Rd.. Its a little bit after sundown.. the point in the day where its still light outside, yet dark enough for the Auto-lights to trigger ON. Traffic is minimum, and the lights are green. So I calmly open her up a little and push to just over 80mph... in a 45. As I'm approaching Artesia Blvd, I pass a cop going the other way. I think to my self, "no worries, if he was a traffic cop, I would have heard my passport 8500 go off". Then I realized, "Oh SH!T! I took my passport down at the beach!" as I stare at the empty little suction cup bracket still mounted to my windshield. I check my rearview and I see the cop move over to his left lane and get ready to turn... I let off the gas, but I maintain my speed... he still has a little distance to go before the island in the road gives him an opening to turn around. Then... my heart sank.... as he makes his U-turn. Seeing this... I nearly passed out at the wheel. This could be pretty bad, not to mention expensive for insurance, and maybe even car impoundment? I'm about a 1/4 to half mile ahead of him now (rough estimate cause objects in rear view may appear closer than they are). He turns his lights on.... and I gun it! Drop to 4th from 6th... burn it almost to the redline. Dont ask me how fast I was going, cause I really wasn't paying attention to speed at this point. I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand, and now I'm betting the cop that I know this place better than he does. The next street is coming up fast, and the light is green. This street and Carmenita are the cross streets to my parents house. As I approach the street, I see the cop still behind me, same distance between us, red and blue lights flashing, heart is pounding, tunnel vision is setting in as my adrenaline pumps. I slam on the brembos 100ft out and whip her into a 90 degree right turn. ABS is shuttering the car like crazy, tires are squealing, and I believe I'm slightly fishtailing as I travel through out of the turn, VDC is shutting down my throttle but I get it back as I get through the turn. Back down to 2nd gear and up through 3rd. I am about a 1/4 mile from that turn and I see the cop squealing around the corner in my rear view. Once again, bembos stressed, ABS shutters, and I'm whipping a right into the neighborhood. Another quick right before the cop approaches my second turn followed by a quick left, and the cop is no longer in my rear view. I work my way through the neighborhood, heading for the safety of my parents garage at the end of a cul-de-sac near the other side of the block. When I got there, my dad was in the garage looking for something. I honked my horn for him to move out the way, scared the sh!t out of him, parked it and lowered the door. He asked me, whats with the urgency? I told him that I just drove past my ex girlfriend, and I didn't want her to come by looking for me or my car... to key.
Needless to say, what I did was dumb, and I will never do that again. But now I've got the greatest story to tell... cause I have taken on a cop... and got away!
"... and now, for my next stunt..."
"There is a fine line between genius and insanity... I have erased this line."
'04 6MT Coupe/Ivory Pearl/Willow/Premium/Navi/Aero (no spoiler)/Crazy Driver(came standard)
you're lucky they didn't have a chopper in the air, otherwise you would have had more than one cop to worry about as they throw the book at you.. I would look for an alternate route if I were you..
Sheesh I hope I don't see your ass in COPS but yea show them pigs what the G is compared to their damn crown victory or whatever those POS car are called.
DG 6MT Baby G! 'The rice is mightier than the corn'
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I saw some kid in a riced out neon get busted running from the cops this Sunday night. I think it was the gigantic spoiler that he had on the back which lulled him into a false sense of security in his cars abilities. That's what you get for driving a neon and having the self image that you are in an NHRA top fuel dragster.
[lol] ... great return post ... that's why your the king. The not the smartest move but atleast you admit that much. Like ironrice said ... hope I don't see you on cops on day [lol]
I'm glad that you chose this event to make your grand re-entrance......when I read the title to the post for some reason the vision of that King sitting next to me in bed smiling at me as I ate my Burger King breakfast sandwich flashed though my head. Whew!! That gave me the shakes!!! I don't want to have breakfast with the King! [][]
Glad to have you back and glad you made it home unscathed. But now you'll have to withstand the wrath of Gard!
The consequences for getting caught or enormous for this type of action my friend. I did some similar stunts in my younger years and got away as well. However, eventually I did get caught, which was a very expensive lesson. One time I even ended up hitting three parked cars in a high-speed chase, this ended my running from the law ever again. Also beware; this cop can still be lurking for you, that’s how I got caught.
Yeah, how hard can it be to find you? He might already have your plates, which means he knows where you live.
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Just can't be sure who was driving...
(NOTE: I do *not* encourage or support running from the law.)
'04 G35 Coupe 6MT, Black/Black, Premium Package, Aero Package w/Spoiler
I may be mistaken, but I thought the owner of the car was legally responsible for what happens with it. For example, Dad's repsonsible if his kid takes his car out. And you couldn't really claim the car was stolen if they find it in your garage.
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