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In my situation we were way outside of town (wide open roads) and street racing. I was racing a 93 cobra in my 96 fireturd, we fly past the end of the 1/4 doing 100mph when I look in the rearview and see the flashing lights behind us. I let off the gas and as the lights got closer I noticed it was a county sherrif in a suburban. I knew there wasnt any way he could keep up so I gunned it up to 140mph, the cobra was right behind me. We went for about 12-15 miles and pulled off on an oilfield lease road,we followed the winding dirt roads back into town, split up and got away. I was paranoid for weeks afterward wondering if he got our plates.

The same sherriff pulled me over years later when I was in my truck and he let me off with a warning. He was a pretty cool guy and it made me feel bad that I risk his life chasing my stupid @ss.

You live,You learn.