My first car was a 72 lemans with a 455(out of a 70 wagon) It was in primer and had a bucket of bondo in it I was cruising the one ways were all the kids hung out back in the good old days. Me and a 70 boss 302 were jumping um showing off. At the next light we both did a brake stand threw the hole light, the downtown area looked like it was on fire.The turned green and raced down the strip about 1/4 mile later side by side at about 100 mph we see cop cars waiting on the side of the road(turns out thier was a cop 2 cars back at the light but couldn't see threw the smoke to chase us and we couldn't hear his siren) well any way back to the story,I new I was in trouble so ,I did the stupid thing and ran, so did the mustang. We came to a T intersection and went separate ways I pulled down a side street and hid my car behind a RV. 10 seconds later a police car comes flying by locks up its brakes as he flys by, backs up and jumps out of his car. Then rips my car door open and starts screaming at me calls me every name in the book, tells me hes taking my car my license and taking me to jail. After what seems like a week of sitting in the back of his car,he tells me to walk home(7miles)and if I get a ride I'm going to jail. He told me my Dad would have to get my keys and license from him personally or my car would be impounded. I bet that cop drove past me 10 times that night as I walked home, I got home about 3AM.
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