Well, the story is as follows (if u just want the action, read paragraph 4):
A while ago my friend's friend crashed his bike into this guys car down the street from him and left a tiny scratch in the bumper, and the guy blamed the kid for putting a HUGE dent in his rear quarter panel (it was some POS 88 buick). So to shut the guy up, my friend paid him $300 for the dent. He never fixed the dent or the scratch, and now it was 5 months ago, thus assuming he kept the money for a bigger dildo.
Anyway, we found a working fire extinguisher in an alley last week & covered (COVERED) this guys car in it. The big extinguisher was completely empty when we were done.
The next day, Mr. buick drove down to the same friends house and started bitching at his dad. His dad laughed it off; that was that. Well, I'm at the same friends house, waiting for him to get off work when a white Crown Vic (actually, the police interceptor edition) rolled up on me and started taking pictures. I was sure it wasn't a cop, because he didn't have any lights/sirens on, just flashing pictures. Turns out it was just one of the buick guy's friends, hence the beginning of this chase.
I headed up every single residential street I could, taking corners at 2x the speed limit, but the interceptor hung in there. Every time I'd lose him at the corner, I'd get bitched on the straight. I took one sweeper i knew I could shake him with, cause it whips back into a tight right at the end. I take the sweeper as planned with a little e-brake action, but i missed 1st gear (idiot). I see in my RVM the interceptor take the turn at wayyy over his threshold, he jams the brakes, the front pivots, and he gets the car fully sideways and nearly plows into a ford. I have to say, for a big car, it handles its own weight nicely. I have a 2.5" drop w/ dropzones, GR-2s, f&r upper strut bars, & lower tie bar, 17/40/215 falkens, and the crown vic did a great job keeping up. If it wasnt for his strong V8 and my 2 friends, i'd probly have a good chance at losing him. Anyway, I still couldn't lose him, and after about 20 minutes of tearing it up, my brakes were fading and my gas was low. I see a cop, and i got his attention, then he pulls us both over. The cops seperated us 3 and started hassling US! He asked where we were going, where do you live, have you been drinking. Im like wtf, ask him some questions. They move onto the crown vic. My friend overheard the guy talking to the cops about my driving skills "He knew how to lock up the back tires, he didn't understeer at all, he was a very professional driver. I think he's done this before, if you know what i mean." (Wow, what a sleuth. nothing gets by him!) Then he said some shit about working for the CIA, which probly isn't true, but it wouldn't suprise me the way he handled that car or the dialect he was speaking in. He had to have worked for the gov't somehow. Then the cops start hassling us again. "This guy has pictures of you guys TPing his house." I told him "Even if he does have pictures of us supposedly TPing his house, he shouldn't be chasing us like an idiot." The cop said "CALM DOWN SIR." haha, then he told us "I told him not to be following people, but if you're vandalizing this guy's house, stop." No big deal, the guy takes off before us and we leave right after.
About 5 minutes later, I get pulled over for initally no front plate, which i had with me along with the bracket, but no fucking screws. He took out a big ruler and said my headlights were BARELY legal, (certain height-?) As i pop the trunk for the bracket, i realize my potato launcher is in there (a big fucking pipe with a bbq lighter at the end), with a can of hair spray. "IS THAT A POTATO LAUNCHER" he yelled "Uhh, yeah." Then he turned to his partner. "Are those illegal?" The partner shrugs, then he's back to me "Get started on that plate." lol. Then his partner calls me to the back of the car and points to my all-red tail lights. "Do you know that's illegal? You can't have any glaze or paint over your tail lights." Im like "I thought red was legal. I left the reverse light clear. Plus, it's a really light coat." Hes like "NO. You cant have GLAZE OR PAINT over the tail lights!" Im like "Oh, sorry" WTF. I go back to the plate and for no reason, the cop hands me back my license, registration, & insurance and says "Put your front plate on and go home. And slow down." WTF, hectic ass night!
A while ago my friend's friend crashed his bike into this guys car down the street from him and left a tiny scratch in the bumper, and the guy blamed the kid for putting a HUGE dent in his rear quarter panel (it was some POS 88 buick). So to shut the guy up, my friend paid him $300 for the dent. He never fixed the dent or the scratch, and now it was 5 months ago, thus assuming he kept the money for a bigger dildo.
Anyway, we found a working fire extinguisher in an alley last week & covered (COVERED) this guys car in it. The big extinguisher was completely empty when we were done.
The next day, Mr. buick drove down to the same friends house and started bitching at his dad. His dad laughed it off; that was that. Well, I'm at the same friends house, waiting for him to get off work when a white Crown Vic (actually, the police interceptor edition) rolled up on me and started taking pictures. I was sure it wasn't a cop, because he didn't have any lights/sirens on, just flashing pictures. Turns out it was just one of the buick guy's friends, hence the beginning of this chase.
I headed up every single residential street I could, taking corners at 2x the speed limit, but the interceptor hung in there. Every time I'd lose him at the corner, I'd get bitched on the straight. I took one sweeper i knew I could shake him with, cause it whips back into a tight right at the end. I take the sweeper as planned with a little e-brake action, but i missed 1st gear (idiot). I see in my RVM the interceptor take the turn at wayyy over his threshold, he jams the brakes, the front pivots, and he gets the car fully sideways and nearly plows into a ford. I have to say, for a big car, it handles its own weight nicely. I have a 2.5" drop w/ dropzones, GR-2s, f&r upper strut bars, & lower tie bar, 17/40/215 falkens, and the crown vic did a great job keeping up. If it wasnt for his strong V8 and my 2 friends, i'd probly have a good chance at losing him. Anyway, I still couldn't lose him, and after about 20 minutes of tearing it up, my brakes were fading and my gas was low. I see a cop, and i got his attention, then he pulls us both over. The cops seperated us 3 and started hassling US! He asked where we were going, where do you live, have you been drinking. Im like wtf, ask him some questions. They move onto the crown vic. My friend overheard the guy talking to the cops about my driving skills "He knew how to lock up the back tires, he didn't understeer at all, he was a very professional driver. I think he's done this before, if you know what i mean." (Wow, what a sleuth. nothing gets by him!) Then he said some shit about working for the CIA, which probly isn't true, but it wouldn't suprise me the way he handled that car or the dialect he was speaking in. He had to have worked for the gov't somehow. Then the cops start hassling us again. "This guy has pictures of you guys TPing his house." I told him "Even if he does have pictures of us supposedly TPing his house, he shouldn't be chasing us like an idiot." The cop said "CALM DOWN SIR." haha, then he told us "I told him not to be following people, but if you're vandalizing this guy's house, stop." No big deal, the guy takes off before us and we leave right after.
About 5 minutes later, I get pulled over for initally no front plate, which i had with me along with the bracket, but no fucking screws. He took out a big ruler and said my headlights were BARELY legal, (certain height-?) As i pop the trunk for the bracket, i realize my potato launcher is in there (a big fucking pipe with a bbq lighter at the end), with a can of hair spray. "IS THAT A POTATO LAUNCHER" he yelled "Uhh, yeah." Then he turned to his partner. "Are those illegal?" The partner shrugs, then he's back to me "Get started on that plate." lol. Then his partner calls me to the back of the car and points to my all-red tail lights. "Do you know that's illegal? You can't have any glaze or paint over your tail lights." Im like "I thought red was legal. I left the reverse light clear. Plus, it's a really light coat." Hes like "NO. You cant have GLAZE OR PAINT over the tail lights!" Im like "Oh, sorry" WTF. I go back to the plate and for no reason, the cop hands me back my license, registration, & insurance and says "Put your front plate on and go home. And slow down." WTF, hectic ass night!
that made me laugh.. im srry that suks at least ur free
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