I rolled up next to a dark green camaro at stoplight last night. He had some sort of decal across the top of his windshield and his wheels were painted to match his car. After sitting there for 15 seconds or so he began to rev at me. I returned the favor. We get green and I dropped around 6500 and immediately shot in front and continued to pull away at a frenetic pace. Hmm. We got caught by another light so I decided to slow to a snails pace to let him stop before I did. It was then when I noticed only a single exhaust. Doesn't that mean six cylinder? Anyhow, he revs a again and the same result occurs. We catch yet another light and I'll be darned if he didn't rev again. Why I took his challenge again is beyond me but I couldn't resist so I spanked him again. This time I was halfway through third before I shut down and he was waaaay back. I turned right to circle back to my original destination when I notice a cop turning in behind me. He proceeds to follow so close that I can't see his headlights. He follows me as I make two more rights and we come to a stoplight. I'm thinking those blues are gonna come on any second. Lo and behold as we cross under the lights at our intersection he turns right out of the straight lane. whew. Did I get lucky or what?

 

Maybe he had to take a shit all of a sudden.

 

I played golf with a cop buddy yesterday. He was farting the whole time. After a particularly ripe one, he says, "yep, I'm dirty on that one" LMFAO!!!

I don't think cops worry about packin' a load so to speak. You got lucky man, way to go! I never race again informally after the first spanking for that very reason (cops).

 

Haaahaaahaaaaa. That had to be it. Too funny.

 

ROTFLMFAO OH man that was good.. LOL I'm about to start crying... (ewwww)