[uneasyrider]

Originally Posted by torqjunki

So I'm cruisin home wee hours of the morning after a long night of hanging out and street racing. Its 1982 and I'm in my first car, a 1970 GTO red on red. Just on the outskirts of town, a buddie pulls up along side in his pretty cool Maverick. He had already fell victim to the Goat, so that was not an issue. We were talking back and forth, blipping the throttle and swerving around due to not looking at the road too often. He unexpectedly takes off and I see blue lights come on behind me. I pull over and the cop comes up and starts questioning me about the erratic driving. He then asked if I had been drinking, which I had, and then asked for my license. He took one look at the license, busted out laughing, tossed it back into the car and said "wait till the boys hear this one", and speeded off. You see, my last name is Sober!! It pays to be Sober.

LOL!! That's freaking funny.