My dad calls me up and bitches me out saying his buddy saw me "hot-footin' around town"
W-T-F..??
I said i probably was, and for his friend to mind his own fckin business! LoL
Now i'm being pressured to sell my "fast car" and get a 4 cyl econo-shitbox because of his nosey friend.
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At my last job a co-worker who owns a bone-stock '05 Mustang GT with K&N drop-in wanted to test drive my GTP to see if it accelerates as fast as his GT 'stang...
With him behind the wheel, he peels the fuck out of the dealership parking lot leaving a smoking 50' black rubber patch and lots of dramatic tire screech in his wake. ....Just as the dealership owner arrives back from lunch! LoL
owner/boss - [in his high, whiny-pitched voice] "say, Prussian, would you mind NOT spinning your tires around here?"
me - "ummmm.. It was Gene from the bodyshop, not me driving"
Fortunately Gene was standing right there and admitted it was him driving. It didn't matter because he already notified the company he was leaving.
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Another time i was headed back from Burritoville in Summit blasting an open stretch down Rt 171 when i see the lights and hear the sirens from way back of a cop car.. OH, SHIT!
I pulled over and rolled my window down - the cop [with his drill instructor hat] leans down and screams at me - "WHERE'S THE FUCKIN FIRE AT!?!!??!"
He was as mad as a person could be without physically making contact except for the brim of his drill instructor state popo hat hitting me in the forehead.
I said "here's my license and proof of insurance" LoL
He pulled me outta the car and had me place my hands on the car, and patted me down.. LoL
After he calmed down, he explained that he thought i was a drunk because it was late and it was friday. My smartass demeanor with LE doesn't help in the matter
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Another time my "fast car" got me in trouble was when i was waiting to pick up a co-worker and was sitting in the parking lot waiting for this guy. We were running late because of him and i was pretty steamed about having to wait... As soon as he gets in the car, i peel out, hitting an oil patch in the parking lot leaving a HUGE plume of smoke, screeching tires and drama.
Later that day when i dropped him off, the building manager confronted me about it, talking all kinds of shit, and we very nearly threw down in the parking lot over it! LoL
I left right before the cops arrived
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My buddy had a sweeeet '73 or '74 Olds Cutlass with a modded 350 Rocket that he recently tuned. Why not make another trip to Burritoville on Archer in Scummit and let me drive!?
The street that El Famous is on is a one-way street, so you have to go one street over and enter through the alley. I BLASTED the back alley going insanely fast only to have a Summit beat-cop walk out in front of the car yelling for me to halt!!
He walked up to the window, and i yelled out in panic before he could speak and said that a group of gangsters were down at the end of the alley and wanted to hit us with a ball bat!! He took the bait and we fled to El Farol across the street
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I have many more stories starting back in HS days
how 'bout ü?
has your 'fast car' gotten ü in trouble?
W-T-F..??
I said i probably was, and for his friend to mind his own fckin business! LoL
Now i'm being pressured to sell my "fast car" and get a 4 cyl econo-shitbox because of his nosey friend.
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At my last job a co-worker who owns a bone-stock '05 Mustang GT with K&N drop-in wanted to test drive my GTP to see if it accelerates as fast as his GT 'stang...
With him behind the wheel, he peels the fuck out of the dealership parking lot leaving a smoking 50' black rubber patch and lots of dramatic tire screech in his wake. ....Just as the dealership owner arrives back from lunch! LoL
owner/boss - [in his high, whiny-pitched voice] "say, Prussian, would you mind NOT spinning your tires around here?"
me - "ummmm.. It was Gene from the bodyshop, not me driving"
Fortunately Gene was standing right there and admitted it was him driving. It didn't matter because he already notified the company he was leaving.
======================================
Another time i was headed back from Burritoville in Summit blasting an open stretch down Rt 171 when i see the lights and hear the sirens from way back of a cop car.. OH, SHIT!
I pulled over and rolled my window down - the cop [with his drill instructor hat] leans down and screams at me - "WHERE'S THE FUCKIN FIRE AT!?!!??!"
He was as mad as a person could be without physically making contact except for the brim of his drill instructor state popo hat hitting me in the forehead.
I said "here's my license and proof of insurance" LoL
He pulled me outta the car and had me place my hands on the car, and patted me down.. LoL
After he calmed down, he explained that he thought i was a drunk because it was late and it was friday. My smartass demeanor with LE doesn't help in the matter
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Another time my "fast car" got me in trouble was when i was waiting to pick up a co-worker and was sitting in the parking lot waiting for this guy. We were running late because of him and i was pretty steamed about having to wait... As soon as he gets in the car, i peel out, hitting an oil patch in the parking lot leaving a HUGE plume of smoke, screeching tires and drama.
Later that day when i dropped him off, the building manager confronted me about it, talking all kinds of shit, and we very nearly threw down in the parking lot over it! LoL
I left right before the cops arrived
======================================
My buddy had a sweeeet '73 or '74 Olds Cutlass with a modded 350 Rocket that he recently tuned. Why not make another trip to Burritoville on Archer in Scummit and let me drive!?
The street that El Famous is on is a one-way street, so you have to go one street over and enter through the alley. I BLASTED the back alley going insanely fast only to have a Summit beat-cop walk out in front of the car yelling for me to halt!!
He walked up to the window, and i yelled out in panic before he could speak and said that a group of gangsters were down at the end of the alley and wanted to hit us with a ball bat!! He took the bait and we fled to El Farol across the street
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I have many more stories starting back in HS days
how 'bout ü?
has your 'fast car' gotten ü in trouble?
the last one was hilarious....
Pulled over once because my car matched the description of someone they were looking for, but never been ticketed or busted because of the car.
and went str8 home. No trouble but I was def nervous.
