posted on Dec, 29 2006 @ 12:13 AM
A friend of mine bought a Camaro in, oh, it must have been about 1974 or so. I don't remember the model year, but he let me drive it one night.
This might sound like a stupid thing to do, but, in fact, it was incredibly stupid.
I pulled up to a stop sign just a about 20 yards or so from the Carlsbad, NM, police station, revved up the engine and dumped the clutch, leaving a
very long patch of rubber.
In my rear-view mirror, I saw flashing lights and immediately hung a right and drove to about the third house from the corner, pulled into a driveway,
and me and my friend exited the vehicle in an attempt to hide behind the house, but we were too slow, being as drunk on our behinds as we were, and
the officer leaped from his car and called out for us to halt.
As it turned out, the officer was the brother of a lady friend, who instead of arresting us for evasion or some such, issued me a ticket for reckless
I went to court, pleaded down to driving 35 in a 30 mph zone and got off with a small fine.
It's not much to brag about, but it's a true story.