I'll go ahead and add my story to the mix. I don't know if this qualifies as a race, because this happened back when I used to drive a '94 Ford Aspire. I know, I know...the words race and Aspire don't even belong in the same sentence.
Anyway, it was 2:00am, and a group of us (about 9) had just finished eating a late snack at the local denny's. We were driving back to campus when my friend just punched it. He was in a 1982-1986 nissan something, and another friend was in a stock '94 civic that he had beaten to hell. After my nissan friend passed me, I stood on it to catch up to him. My Civic friend comes tearing out of the parking lot, gets air, and bottoms out on the road. It was cool, all these sparks came out.
Well, after smashing the bottom of his car, my Civic friend backs off and leaves myself and the nissan to race our econo-power houses. We're on a residential road, and get up to about 75mph. I was in the wrong lane trying to pass. We approach this stop sign up ahead where the road Ts off...you have to turn either right or left. As I approach the stop sign, I only slow down enough to powerslide through without flipping the car (about 30mph). As I am sliding through the turn, I see two headlights pointed at me. Someone had been sitting at the stop sign waiting for us to pass. My friend banks hard right, since he didn't want to hit me. Well, after I get out of the slide, I take off again, looking in the rear view the whole time. I see the car turn around, and then the red and blues come on. I'm freaking out at this point, thinking I'm going to go to jail for sure. I almost smashed the hell out of that cop! I decided that I could probably get my car parked and lights turned off before he could catch me, so I punch it again to outrun the po-po. I powerslide through a second stop sign to get into the parking lot ASAP. As I slide around that second curve, I see a SECOND cop sitting right there. His lights go on immediately. My roommate is in the car with me, and he is really freaked out at this point, too. The second cops lights go on, and I slow down to find a spot to pull over.
After I pulled over, the cop puts his search light on me and tells me to open the door from the outside and get out of the car. He makes me put my hands on the hood, the whole 9 yards. He didn't cuff me though. He makes me sit there while the first cop I almost killed drives over. The first cop had already 'dealt' with my Nissan friend. Both cops approach me, and ask me what in the hell I thought i was doing. At this point, I just sucked it up and told them flat out that I was racing my friend and that it would never happen again.
The two went off to talk amongst themselves, came back to where I was standing, and said that I was free to go. They said that they realized that we were young and stupid, that it was really late at night, and that he could tell that I had learned my lesson. I got off scott free!
felony speeding (tripling the speed limit) + running two stop signs + one nearly killed cop = scott free!
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