First, this thread is not to brag or advocate street racing on the public streets. Just putting this disclaimer out there right now. And if this is not allowed on this board, Admins: Please remove and accept my apology. This is kind of a funny story so figured I would tell it.
Back, many years ago when I was stupid and would drag race on the streets (I have since gotten smart and know its not worth it)...a got caught street racing.
Here is my story:
Me and some buddies traveled to the local hangout of all the hot rods. Normally, coming back from these events on the 4-lane highway at wee hours of the morning, we would race each other...we all had mustangs. Well before we took off to come home, I told them I would NOT race because I had forgotten my wallet and had no form of I.D. on me.
On the way back, my buddies were racing each other and I was kind of following along with the pack. Well, half way home this old late 60s camaro, primered color, big meats in the back and hood scoop comes up on me from the onramp. I can't see him and he can't see me because we both have tinted windows. I signaled to my buddies that I got this guy. So, the car actually slows down with me and we gun it. I am running a 100 shot of nitrous and starting walking on him by several car lengths with my 91GT.
All of a sudden, I see red and blue lights behind me but no cop. I am like WTF? The freaking cop was the camaro I was racing! He put up his little portable lights on the hood of his car like they do on those undercover cop cars. Well, he freaking pulls me over. Of course, racers creed, my buddies keep going. I get out of the car, he gets out of the car in uniform and I say, "You have got to be kidding me...you race me and then pull me over?"
Right away he said, "Calm down...I saw you guys in tripple digits and figured if I pulled one of you over, the rest of you slow down...and then he laughed." I was like, "are you sure you didn't pull me over because I was winning?" We both laughed. He was actually pretty cool. Scared the living chit out of me. He let me go without even asking for any I.D.
My buddies drove to my house and told my wife I was probably in jail. When I drove up, they couldn't believe it.
That story combined with another story is the time I quit drag racing on the streets. The other one (story for another day) was a "Test and Tune" on the local streets that could of gotten me killed...or worse, someone else.
Anyone else ever get pulled over? Consequences?
Back, many years ago when I was stupid and would drag race on the streets (I have since gotten smart and know its not worth it)...a got caught street racing.
Here is my story:
Me and some buddies traveled to the local hangout of all the hot rods. Normally, coming back from these events on the 4-lane highway at wee hours of the morning, we would race each other...we all had mustangs. Well before we took off to come home, I told them I would NOT race because I had forgotten my wallet and had no form of I.D. on me.
On the way back, my buddies were racing each other and I was kind of following along with the pack. Well, half way home this old late 60s camaro, primered color, big meats in the back and hood scoop comes up on me from the onramp. I can't see him and he can't see me because we both have tinted windows. I signaled to my buddies that I got this guy. So, the car actually slows down with me and we gun it. I am running a 100 shot of nitrous and starting walking on him by several car lengths with my 91GT.
All of a sudden, I see red and blue lights behind me but no cop. I am like WTF? The freaking cop was the camaro I was racing! He put up his little portable lights on the hood of his car like they do on those undercover cop cars. Well, he freaking pulls me over. Of course, racers creed, my buddies keep going. I get out of the car, he gets out of the car in uniform and I say, "You have got to be kidding me...you race me and then pull me over?"
Right away he said, "Calm down...I saw you guys in tripple digits and figured if I pulled one of you over, the rest of you slow down...and then he laughed." I was like, "are you sure you didn't pull me over because I was winning?" We both laughed. He was actually pretty cool. Scared the living chit out of me. He let me go without even asking for any I.D.
My buddies drove to my house and told my wife I was probably in jail. When I drove up, they couldn't believe it.
That story combined with another story is the time I quit drag racing on the streets. The other one (story for another day) was a "Test and Tune" on the local streets that could of gotten me killed...or worse, someone else.
Anyone else ever get pulled over? Consequences?