I think it was 1997 and I had my Suzuki Katana 750 out for a Sunday drive.
I pulled up to a local 7-11 to gas up, pulled out to the stop light right next to a kid in a Porsche 911. No kidding, he must have been 18 or 19.
I thought to myself, "What the hell is a kid doing with a Porsche like that?"
He rolled down the window an shouted at me, "Lets race!"
I shook my head no and he replied, "You're just afraid I'd make you look bad a$$ hole!"
I'm like, fine, this punk kid really needs to be put in his place. I rev the engine up and smoke my tires. He does the same, the light turns green and I gun it, spinning my tire in place, and he's off like a bat out of hell. He's so concentrated on beating me, that he didn't notice that I never took my hand off the brake, and I begun to move into the intersection at a normal pace. He got about 3 blocks ahead of me when the like a fly on $#!+ a local squad car pulled out of a Wendy's parking lot and pulled him over. It was almost like a scene out of the Dukes of Hazard how the cop ripped out of that parking lot in a cloud of dust.
The thing was, I saw that same cop on the way to the gas station, and knew he was there the entire time. We caught his attention with all the tire smoking and noise we were making down the street and he had his radar gun ready. That kid had to have been going 140 mph when he passed him, in a 35 mph zone no less.
The look of absolute betrayal on his face while I passed him by smiling and flipping him off was priceless. I don't think I've felt that delighted since.
I pulled up to a local 7-11 to gas up, pulled out to the stop light right next to a kid in a Porsche 911. No kidding, he must have been 18 or 19.
I thought to myself, "What the hell is a kid doing with a Porsche like that?"
He rolled down the window an shouted at me, "Lets race!"
I shook my head no and he replied, "You're just afraid I'd make you look bad a$$ hole!"
I'm like, fine, this punk kid really needs to be put in his place. I rev the engine up and smoke my tires. He does the same, the light turns green and I gun it, spinning my tire in place, and he's off like a bat out of hell. He's so concentrated on beating me, that he didn't notice that I never took my hand off the brake, and I begun to move into the intersection at a normal pace. He got about 3 blocks ahead of me when the like a fly on $#!+ a local squad car pulled out of a Wendy's parking lot and pulled him over. It was almost like a scene out of the Dukes of Hazard how the cop ripped out of that parking lot in a cloud of dust.
The thing was, I saw that same cop on the way to the gas station, and knew he was there the entire time. We caught his attention with all the tire smoking and noise we were making down the street and he had his radar gun ready. That kid had to have been going 140 mph when he passed him, in a 35 mph zone no less.
The look of absolute betrayal on his face while I passed him by smiling and flipping him off was priceless. I don't think I've felt that delighted since.
