While in high school I had a job in a bowling alley, and was driving a 61
Dodge Polara 500 (one UGLY car, but it had a 361 ram air so they only saw
the back end. Drove the same 4 lane with stop lights to get home 45 MPH
limit, and cop usually at one or two places.
Sitting at a red light, some guy thought he could take me, and on green I
dumped the clutch and we were off. Wound it tight in first, power shifted
to second, and backed off because I had reached 45 MPH. This guy was really
going to show me up (he was 3 car lengths back when I backed off) and he
must have been doing 90 when he went by the cop.
Cop wanted him so bad he came out of the side road too hot and did a couple
of 360's before he got in pointed in the right direction.
In the three years I worked there I did this to about 3 or 4 people. You
gotta know your roads, you gotta have the power, and you gotta know where
the cops sit.
-----Original Message-----
From: WillTier <WillTier@AOL.COM>
To: dakota-truck@buffnet.net <dakota-truck@buffnet.net>
Date: Thursday, March 26, 1998 10:13 PM
Subject: DML: Spank sort of
>All these Spankin stories reminded me of a thing that happened to me when I
>was working at Reed Library in Fredonia, NY a few years ago. I was
commuting
>about 130 miles each way daily and would run Rte 17, a four lane, for a
good
>part of the trip. One day while on the way home traveling at about 70 mph
in
>55 mph zone and noticed a car slowly gaining on me but back a ways when I
>caught up to a car in front of me and pulled out to pass. The car gaining
was
>still back a ways but caught up to me by the time I was able to pull in in
>front of the car I was passing. As the car passed with 3 females, 2 young
and
>one older maybe mom, and as they went by the girl driving was shaking her
fist
>at me and jabbering something. The more I thought about it the more I
decided
>to pick a little. So I figured that if she wanted to go faster than I then
>maybe she should go faster yet so I pushed her a little and as I gained on
her
>she would speed up more (didn't want me to pass her back). So I ran her up
to
>about 85-90 and kept her there for a few miles in fact all the way to where
I
>knew the Troopers sat nearly every day. Yepper I slowed down at the last
>minute and she got nailed running about 85. Through her a kiss as I drove
by
>and laughed all the way home. Most folks I would warn if the passed me near
>the spot but that young punk gal needed a lesson and I was the teacher. ho
ho
>ho
>
>Bill
>
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