BimmerDawg
05-03-2004, 11:46 AM
I'm lucky I still have my license. Story goes something like this:
I was making my weekly trek from Athens to Dunwoody to see The Lady on Saturday evening and had just merged onto 85 South from 316 when a black late-model Mustang swerves from a couple of lanes over and plants himself directly on my rear end.
There were the usual morons doing 55 in the left lane, so as soon as I had room to the right, I dropped to fourth and accelerated with Mustang boy close on my heels. I came upon slower traffic and put my left blinker on to let the Mustang guy know what I was doing. He didn't seem to care, because as soon as I made my way halfway into the lane, he squeezed in between myself and another car in the HOV lane! He seriously must have come within inches of my front bumper, as I had to swerve back to the right to keep from getting my left fender ripped off!
This obviously pissed me off, as I'm more than happy to make a quick little run to illegal speeds, but only when it's safe. This guy obviously had no intention of playing fairly. So, I attatched myself to his bumper, flicking him off and flashing my lights, when he floors it. I got stuck behind some traffic, and wasn't about to risk an accident by doing some dumbass move.
Traffic cleard and I moved over three lanes, dropped it to fourth, and accelerated past the asshole, flicking him off as I passed (windows were down). I continued to accelerate to about 140, leaving the guy behind, then backed off.
I cruised at more mundane speeds for about a minute when I see a GA State Patrol coming hard in the HOV lane, doing probably about 150 or so!
I think to myself, "Please keep going, please keep going," but with no luck. As soon as he spots me, he jams the brakes and gets right in behind me. My heart drops to my stomach and I'm thinking this is it. Reckless driving, felony speeding and whatever else he wants to throw at me.
He does the usual follow without lights for about a mile then flicks on the lights. I put on the hazards, patiently move to the right, and acknowledge him with a wave out the window. I continue on for about a mile and get off at the next exit, pulling over on the off ramp (remember this next time you're pulled over, not to pull over on the interstate).
As he's getting out of the car, the Mustang came flying by the off ramp, honking and waving, which the trooper noticed. He calmly walks up to my door, asking for my license and registration. I didn't have my license on me, and he asks me why. To my suprise, the trooper was actually very friendly and let me explain myself. I told him that I play soccer in Coob County on the weekends and left my license with the team captain and forgot to get it back (a true story). He asked me about my tint and I told him that it was 35% (it's really 20), and i have a receipt to prove it (I know people :) ). He said not to worry about it, but asked why I was travelling so fast. I told him about the incident with the Mustang and how I got cut off, and actually pointed out the Mustang (who was still at the light ahead). He took my insurance card and said he'd return.
At this point I'm thinking I'm going to jail, or at the very least getting a nice speeding ticket. However, my K-40 never went off, and he didn't have time to pace me, so maybe I'll get lucky.
Well, I was lucky, as he returned with a ticket for driving without a license. He actually told me to show up in court and they'll throw it out! He said that next time someone wants to race to let them go. I agreed and told him I wasn't trying to race but that the guy in the Mustang pissed me off. He said he understood, but to "do us all a favor and let him go on next time."
I agreed and went on my way, the luckiest person ever.
So, that's my story...I could only imagine what would have happened if he clocked me doing 140 in a 65, reckless driving, etc.
Wow.
I was making my weekly trek from Athens to Dunwoody to see The Lady on Saturday evening and had just merged onto 85 South from 316 when a black late-model Mustang swerves from a couple of lanes over and plants himself directly on my rear end.
There were the usual morons doing 55 in the left lane, so as soon as I had room to the right, I dropped to fourth and accelerated with Mustang boy close on my heels. I came upon slower traffic and put my left blinker on to let the Mustang guy know what I was doing. He didn't seem to care, because as soon as I made my way halfway into the lane, he squeezed in between myself and another car in the HOV lane! He seriously must have come within inches of my front bumper, as I had to swerve back to the right to keep from getting my left fender ripped off!
This obviously pissed me off, as I'm more than happy to make a quick little run to illegal speeds, but only when it's safe. This guy obviously had no intention of playing fairly. So, I attatched myself to his bumper, flicking him off and flashing my lights, when he floors it. I got stuck behind some traffic, and wasn't about to risk an accident by doing some dumbass move.
Traffic cleard and I moved over three lanes, dropped it to fourth, and accelerated past the asshole, flicking him off as I passed (windows were down). I continued to accelerate to about 140, leaving the guy behind, then backed off.
I cruised at more mundane speeds for about a minute when I see a GA State Patrol coming hard in the HOV lane, doing probably about 150 or so!
I think to myself, "Please keep going, please keep going," but with no luck. As soon as he spots me, he jams the brakes and gets right in behind me. My heart drops to my stomach and I'm thinking this is it. Reckless driving, felony speeding and whatever else he wants to throw at me.
He does the usual follow without lights for about a mile then flicks on the lights. I put on the hazards, patiently move to the right, and acknowledge him with a wave out the window. I continue on for about a mile and get off at the next exit, pulling over on the off ramp (remember this next time you're pulled over, not to pull over on the interstate).
As he's getting out of the car, the Mustang came flying by the off ramp, honking and waving, which the trooper noticed. He calmly walks up to my door, asking for my license and registration. I didn't have my license on me, and he asks me why. To my suprise, the trooper was actually very friendly and let me explain myself. I told him that I play soccer in Coob County on the weekends and left my license with the team captain and forgot to get it back (a true story). He asked me about my tint and I told him that it was 35% (it's really 20), and i have a receipt to prove it (I know people :) ). He said not to worry about it, but asked why I was travelling so fast. I told him about the incident with the Mustang and how I got cut off, and actually pointed out the Mustang (who was still at the light ahead). He took my insurance card and said he'd return.
At this point I'm thinking I'm going to jail, or at the very least getting a nice speeding ticket. However, my K-40 never went off, and he didn't have time to pace me, so maybe I'll get lucky.
Well, I was lucky, as he returned with a ticket for driving without a license. He actually told me to show up in court and they'll throw it out! He said that next time someone wants to race to let them go. I agreed and told him I wasn't trying to race but that the guy in the Mustang pissed me off. He said he understood, but to "do us all a favor and let him go on next time."
I agreed and went on my way, the luckiest person ever.
So, that's my story...I could only imagine what would have happened if he clocked me doing 140 in a 65, reckless driving, etc.
Wow.