The stories are GREAT!! Seems us Roadster/fast car guys have more fun in
our lives then most.
Ok, this one is from 1976...I was 16......
I have had my '68 1600 for about a year. My friend and myself were having a
Keg Party at his house - parents gone for the weekend. In the last couple
of months I started befriending a guy at school. I felt sorry for him -
nice guy, but new in school with no friends, and a nerd. So, I was going to
pick him up and bring him to the party so he could meet people, have fun and
loosen up a bit. I got two large glasses of beer, jumped in the Roadster and
headed into town.
I picked him up and hit the "boulevard" to cruise and find more people to
invite to the party. The place everyone cruised in Caldwell Idaho had a
one-way going east, did a 180 past the Dodge dealership, then back west.
Sticking with the plan, I was going to start loosening this guy up and show
him what a Roadster would do. I hand him his beer, had mine between my legs
and headed off full bore. I hit the boulevard and and started dogging cars
at about 60 MPH in a 35 zone. I blew around the 180 in a nice drift and
back headed west - again at about 60 dogging cars. By this time beer was all
over us and the car. My "new" friend was laughing so hard he could not
breath and was having the time of his life - mission accomplished!
Until blue lights filled my mirror.... I just about crapped my drawers.. I
pulled over and jumped out of the Roadster hoping the beer smell would stay
in the car - I know, I know... The Police walked up and held the flashlight
right in my eyes and asked for my license. "Mr. Hall, I started following
you from the time you hit the boulevard and had quite a time keeping up, and
you or your car smell like beer". I said it was the car... At this time my
"friend" jumped out of the car and said he would drive if he would let us
go. Mistake - the Police pulled his gun, and told my friend to please get
back in the car and DON'T get out (I have a very good friend that had this
same experience when his buddy got out of the car). "Mr. Hall, I could put
you in jail for speeding, drunk driving, endangerment to the public, .....".
He must have listed 10 violations. I knew I was going to jail.
He finally dropped the light out of my eyes - low and behold it was the
Chief of Police, Mr. Records. You see, I had a friend, Kenny Records, with
a silver '72 240Z I would help him work on. His Dad was the Chief. At this
point Mr. Records almost started laughing. I must have been white as a
sheet and shaking. He patted me on the shoulder and asked what in Sam Hill
was I doing in town drinking a driving. I told him the truth and said I was
picking my friend up and headed out to Rick's (he knew Rick very well too,
and not on a good note) house for the party. He told me to drive slower,
get out of town, go back to the party, have a good time, and stay there. I
followed his instructions; very carefully...
Ok, back to testing. Sorry for another long post. Out of 60 people in
this building, there is only myself and 2 others.
Phil
SEROC
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