Chasing the Police
Okay, heres one..
I was returning home late one night and seemed to have a 20-mile bypass all to myself. Far ahead I noticed two cars, the thing that stood out about them was that I wasn't gaining on them despite being a fair amount over the speed limit. Curiousity called and I decided to check them out, but even at mph I was only slowly gaining. When I finally was close enough to see them well it became clear to me- they were racing. As I approached in my black '65 Fastback the Nova gave up, leaving only a boatish 70s Malibu to play with. We went at it a while and I seemed to have despirited the other racer, until.. as he faded a block behind, suddenly police lights flared from his dashboard. Whats the penalty for 40 over, racing a policeman? This time it turned out to be nothing- I was let go with a warning, mostly because he liked old Mustangs but probably also because it would have been a hard ticket to explain to a judge, whew. . . Just one of the many times police liked the Mustang so much no ticket happened.
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