They just paved a dirt road by me that runs through a marsh.
No houses on either side for a mile and a half. Nice flat and straight. Hmmm.
Just a couple access drives to fields.
Nice place for the local popo to hang out though.

I take the G meter and head over there. 2 miles from the house.
I was smart enough to cruise all the way through and saw no local
sheriffs or staties.
I stopped and turned around and thats when the blue light special
started. I don't know where all the cars came from , but I sat there for
10 min and cars kept showing up. About the time I'm ready to give up,
they stop, nobody around. I line the Velle up, set the meter.
Pull up the R's and KRAP, here comes another car.
Wait, he goes by, staged it, launched, 5500 slam to 2nd, car pops over
the hill, and you guessed it, its a local sheriff. WHHAAaaaa.... tootle, tootle,
tootle, wave as he goes by.
Get to the end of the road and stop at the intersection. Go to put it in 1st, and no first gear! No second gear! Aw krap! Snuck home on 3rd and 4th.
No biggie with all that torque though.
Jacked it up and sure enough. Lost a linkage clip.
Its no wonder I get nervous doing this stuff in public.

:)

Nice story!!!

Welcome to my world.

I have the same problem! And I live in a small town.

There is a 3 mile strip near my house with feilds on both sides. There is no houses on this strip or people, just a nicely 2-lane paved 3 mile road with barely any traffic. Anyways I was driving my Mustang on this road at WOT and got it up to 120. A little later a cop shows up at my place and says that one of the locals who lives about a 1/2 mile away in one of the feilds was watching me. The cop said, "I know how fast your cars are but be smart, I dont want to pick you up off the road." At least I choose to race on this strip than main street, right?

-wes

well that sounds a lil familiar but I went and got my velle out of the garage and take it to the edge of town small like 250 people and light them up on the way out no schools or people just corn fields and blacktop watchin the tach so i dont over rev and look back up in rearview to see a set of cherries blareing so i pull over and then notice its the small town guy that has a blue 71 velle at home, so after the smoke (from the burnout) clears he comes up and says hey bud my velle is runnin a lil rough can you help me make it run like that!!?? So i say hell yeah lets go and i follow him to his house in his squad and helped him find that 2 plugs were bad and retarted his timming just a smidge so we take it to the edge of town and he lights them up!!! It was halarious watchin that big grin form on his face!!!LOL dont think I`ll have to worry bout any tickets any time soon!!!

....he lights them up!!! It was halarious watchin that big grin form on his face!!!LOL dont think I`ll have to worry bout any tickets any time soon!!!


See Sean, there are nice cops.. ;)

I'd say you did get away with it, big time. With my luck, I would have had to pay for a ticket, a new rear end, transmission and for new underwear if I tried the same thing.

See Sean, there are nice cops.. ;)

Once, I ran out of gas in my Chevelle. We made it off the freeway, and were trying to figure what to do...

Along comes this Highway patrol officer in a new Mustang 5.0 (this was back in the '80s)... he radioed in for a tow truck, and looked over my car a bit...

When he left, He dumped the clutch, smoked the tires, getting sideways in 1st, 2nd and 3rd gears... :cool:

[QUOTE=SS_Dave] Lost a linkage clip.[QUOTE]

Ah hahaha! I had the exact same thing happen. I was shredding a pair of tires on the access road behind the airport when I noticed the airport police racing along the inside of the fence. I hightailed it out of there and when I went past him, he was waiting for the thankfully slow automatic gate to open. I got to the end of the road and the stick wasn't connected to anything. Luckily, I had enough momentum to coast out of sight.

While I was parked under a street light, lying on the ground, burning my arm on the headers, reconnecting the shifter, I hear a car pull up behind me. I look up and there is the destinctive front end of a Crown Vic. I figure I'm busted but I just told him I was having a little car trouble and I'd be on my way shortly. He told me to have a good night and left.

I haven't been down behind the airport since :D

These stories are great, back when I was a teenager my father had a friend who was a cop. One day out goofing off with a video recorder with a pal of mine, my dads buddy showed showed up in his crow vic. To make it short, Ive got a great reel of me and this cop dragging my chevelle against his squad car down a back road. When I showed it to my dad, I told him there was a cop trying to get around me and I wasnt going to let him. The look on his face was classic. Later his buddy let him in on it.

I had my '70 454 convertible out a year ago for a cruise (with the wife and 2 kids in tow). I got into it a tiny bit and suddenly there was a sherriff deputy on my tail (my car is REALLY loud!). He followed me for about 4 miles through town and into my driveway. My wife freaked - jumping out saying "he didn't do anything wrong!". Deputy says, "I know! I've just been hearing about this red Chevelle convertible running around town and just had to get a close-up look at it!" Deputy owned a 71 or 2 Malibu.

I was grinning from ear to ear (much to the chagrin of my wife!).

Dave is right...there are cool cops out there!

Once, I ran out of gas in my Chevelle. We made it off the freeway, and were trying to figure what to do...

Along comes this Highway patrol officer in a new Mustang 5.0 (this was back in the '80s)... he radioed in for a tow truck, and looked over my car a bit...

When he left, He dumped the clutch, smoked the tires, getting sideways in 1st, 2nd and 3rd gears... :cool:


Back in the late 80's/early 90's we were sitting at the local cruise spot, around 1 in the morning. A Ga trooper pulls in , and parks in his pursuit Mustang. We all speak to him, and then listen in amazement at the fast idle cam that was in his car. When he comes back out of the store, he comes over and talks a little. One of my friends looks him straight in the eyes, and says, ( I quote) " You 'aint got a hair on your A$^ if you don't get on that car!" He shrugs it off, talks a little more, and walks to his car. When he pulled to the road, he waited about a minute, pulls into the middle lane, revs it to @ 4000, and dumped the clutch. He went around 5 times before we knew it,straightened it out, grabbed a HUGE 2nd, spun about 10-15 ft., grabbed 3rd, spun about 4-5 ft. , grabbed 4th ,and was gone. After about 3 minutes, he comes back through running about 80mph., and hit his siren as he passed. The things you see in a small town after midnight!