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When I was 16 I got my drivers license. It wasn't total freedom though. My parents told me in order to drive I needed to do two things:
-buy my own car
-get my own insurance on said car
Keep in mind I passed my driving test with a 100% perfect mark and that also is what I got on my written. The guy from the MVA said he had never seen anyone pass both test as perfect.
So I went to a junkyard and they had a little Ford pickup truck and I bought it. The owner let me make payments on it until it was paid off. Got the insurance, but I couldn't drive too school because the rents said I would get in trouble. They were right. Almost every night I pushed that truck over an 1/8th mile up our driveway to go out driving.
First ticket was doing 56 in a 25 and the cop shot me with the radar while all four tires were locked up with smoke rolling off of them. The cop made it a point to tell me he was sure I was going almost twice that speed, but couldn't prove it. Big ticket with lots of points and $$.
Traded the little Ford truck in on an old Bronco and spent a lot of time and money making it look really good. That truck didn't get me into to much trouble.
I was 19 and traded the Bronco in on a 1970 Buick coupe with a big block. Then also in the same year bought a Nova and did A LOT of work to it.
By the time I was 21 my drivers license had been revoked 4 times and suspended 5 times. I never had a single drunk driving ticket because they were all speed related. I was going through my tickets a while back and realized that they were thirty or so that I had gotten in my life before 21. Can honestly say that I have out ran more cops than what pulled me over. When you can say, "yeah I spent twnety grand on paying back the state, county and local's for speeding and drag racing" you have made it right? NO!
I was riding shotgun during the largest police chase without capturing the car in Janesville Wisconsin history. All we were doing was speeding past a state trooper and only ten over. Would have to estimate at least thirty county, state and local cops chasing us. If you looked behind us you could see them all.
Anyways, it has been ten years since I have lived in Maryland and only two tickets. I am moving back to Wisconsin and going to be a good boy.
Have to admit that it was a huge rush everytime I lost a cop somewhere. I am too old for all of this and it is behind me. A few of you on here have riden with me and I think (with the exception of one laceyglove) knows how safe I am.
In the next few months I will again have a fast old car on the street, but I think I will be ok.
Just a few months ago when I started feeling ok with cops, one busted me for something I didn't do or deserve. My faith in those guys......well I have none. Back to not trusting them again.
Maybe I should write a book about myself between the ages of 16-21 and call it, "Before I Knew".

Well here is a song that inspired me to drive fast and run from the pigs!



My pappy said, 'Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin'
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!'

Well, you've heard the story of the hot rod race,
When the Ford and the Mercury were settin' the pace.
That story's true I'm here to say,
Cause I was a'drivin' that Model A.

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up;
That Model A body makes it look like a pup.
It's got 12 cylinders and uses them all;
And an overdrive that just won't stall.

It's got a 4-barrel carb and dual exhausts,
4:11 gears that really get lost -
Safety tubes and I'm not scared,
The brakes are good and the tires are fair.

We left San Pedro late one night;
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright.
We were drivin' up Grapevine Hill,
Passin' cars like they were standin' still.

Then, all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye,
a Cadillac sedan passed us by.
The remark was made, "That's the car for me."
But, by then, the taillights wuz all you could see.

Well, the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind,
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and, man alive,
I shoved it down into overdrive.

Well, I wound it up to 110;
Twisted the speedometer cable right off the end.
Had my foot glued right to the floor;
I said, "That's all there is - there ain't no more."

Now the fellas thought I'd lost all sense;
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, "Slow down, I see spots."
The lines on the road just looked like dots.

Went around a corner and passed a truck;
I crossed my fingers just for luck -
The fenders clickin' the guard rail post;
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.

Smoke was rollin' outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and hoped I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas.

There were flames comin' from out of the side;
You could feel the tension; man, what a ride.
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by.

All of a sudden a rod started knockin';
Down in the depths she started a rockin'.
I looked in the mirror and a red light was blinkin';
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln.

Well they arrested me and put me in jail.
I called my pop to make my bail.
He said, "Son, you're gonna drive me t' drinkin',
If you don't quit drivin' that - Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln!"


compared to this (remember this one is TWICE as fast):

Let me tell you the tale of a hot rod race,
That happened out in a secluded place
Where no one lives
'cept cows and a few raccoons

I was drivin' around in my shoebox car,
My baby and me underneath the stars,
My engine was knockin
But i knew it'd clear real soon.

I was cruisin' along 'bout 95,
I looked in my mirror and man alive
Some guy was gaining on me
As his engine roared.

So i gave that holly carb some gas,
My baby cried out don't let him pass,
I guess it's just that bitch got bored,
I had to race my fucked up ford.

I made the turn at 108,
And he was up on my back gate,
And I knew he had something bad,
Underneath that hood.

So I pushed it up to 110,
That flathead motor was about to give in,
I crossed my fingers and prayed to the lord,
Don't let me down you f***ed up ford.

It's my fucked up ford!
It's my fucked up ford!

When cherry tops began to spin,
I knew this race was about to end,
It's a cop by god
My engine can't give no more.

He threw me in jail, warrant ignored
My car blew up as the oil poured,
I guess it's just that bitch got bored,
I had to race my fucked up ford.

It's my fucked up ford! whoooo!
It's my fucked up ford!

Well that is all....I know it was long and boring, but it was something right???