This was about 1972, I had a 62 Catalina, factory Tri-Power, 4SPD, 3:42 Posi, 8 Lugs, Ventura interior. We used to hang out at the local A&W and race down Brotherhood Way in Daly City Ca. I already made my first cruise through to see what was going on. I noticed a motor cycle cop hidden next to some large bushes just waiting for some poor soul to race by. As I was making my tour through I passed a drop dead georgous 65 GTO white with a black top heading the other direction. If it hadn't been a Pontiac I probably wouldn't even have noticed it. I swung by the local A&W to see who was around and chatted for a few short minutes than headed out for another pass down Brotherhood way, this same 65 Goat races to catch up with me and romps his throttle, I know he saw the cop hiding in the bushes, this bung hole was trying to get me to race past the cop. Well I obliged the idiot, I dropped the Catalina into second gear and clutched it, my tires were going up in smoke but the Catalina wasn't moving very fast due to lack of traction, The guy in the 65 GTO was looking over at me just grinning from ear to ear, we were both actually doing close to the speed limit, we were nearing where the motor cycle cop was parked, I hit the brakes fast and hard, the Goat is now about a car length in front of me as we pass the cop, the motor cycle cop hits the reds and the siren and pulls over the GTO, I went on my merry way. I made the U turn at the stop sign and passed by the cop and the Goat, the guy in the GTO was pointing at me, I'm sure trying to convince the cop that I was the one that was smoking the tires. I believe in do unto others as you would have others do unto you, so I'm guessing that he wanted a ticket for exibition of speed and I obliged him. I headed back to A&W and waited for him to return there, he never showed back up. I wanted to ask him just what the hell he thought he was doing, deliberately trying to get someone else to get a ticket. I never got the chance. I probably wouldn't have been so mad if it had been a guy in a Chevy or Mopar or Ford but a fellow Pontiac owner? Hopefully he learned not to jack with other Pontiac owners. Ahh the hard lessons of life.
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