I was driving a 302 small block Z-28 when I heard the siren and saw the blue lights. I had three of my buddies with me; we’d just made a beer run, and we were more than a little fucked up. It was almost dark.
I downshifted into third, and floored that fucker…whiplash I’m telling you.
What to do? Throw beers at him, that’s what…so, they starting chucking longnecks at him, and he was swerving and we were laughing… I think we got his windshield early on, but I kept it down to the max. We were on a long and winding country road, and this car was a bad-fucking-ass ride. Damn thing ran like a scalded dog. I told my friends that I didn’t think he’d gotten close enough to read the tag, so they should try to lob a volley, and time the impact, just as he came through a curve. Excellent timing…they did it and he crashed. Ever seen a cop car flip and roll upside down, through your rear view mirror? I admit it was a first for me.
Well he wasn’t chasing us anymore, but I was way, and I mean way, low on gas. We pulled into the first hick-ass store we found with a gas pump, and as I was filling it up, multiple police cars and ambulances came roaring by.
This is where it got tight.
A cop car pulled in right next to me to get some gas. Then he started making small talk with me as we were filling our tanks. He said, “nice car, I’ll betcha she’ll run, etc…â€?Trust me, my ass was tight…real tight. If he only knew…
I paid, and we drove off.
I didn’t read anything in the paper about it, so I assume they survived.
Fuck ‘em.
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In my wild youth, I outran the cops TWICE in my 1978 Firebird. The first time was on a winding hillside road that I knew like the back of my hand. I dusted that cop on the curves–I could have done it blindfolded. The second time was through the streets of Belmont Shore and Long Beach, CA–a shit load of traffic. It was a real French Connection/Bullitt kind of ride!
I’d kill my son if he ever did anything that stupid, but I have to admit, IT KICKED ASS!