Anyone over thirty in the Erie area remembers cruising the dock, weekends it would be packed and take about a good half hour to make it down and back, maybe three blocks in each direction.
I was about sixteen and cruising in my 70 LeMans, bumper to bumper, two lanes each direction in stop and go traffic. I was talking with some friends on the sidewalk for a moment, and well, being sixteen and kinda stupid you HAVE to burn rubber when you get going. I smoked 'em best I could, stopped to wait in traffic again, few moments later- smack. Felt like someone kissed my back bumper pretty hard, turned around with a look that could kill and ooops- its a cop on a motorcycle who rode down inbetween the line of cars and got my attention by kicking my sidepipe! Took about five to ten minutes to get to a place to pull over and I was sweating bullets the whole time. There was an alley so I pulled in there and then I got a small lecture about peeling out especially when there were so many people around me and with traffic stopped infront of me. Then he starts telling me the dollar amounts for the fines- tailpipe sticking out too far and the fines for the four individual bald tires. Good thing he didn't notice (alley was dark) my inspection was out! Then he said instead of paying those fines, that I should put that money in the car. He then said to drive safely and have a good night. Maybe liked my Pontiac or felt like giving a young kid a break. How cool was that?
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Mitch Kunath
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