This guy gives your club a bad name

[George3]

ccm911 wrote:

I once was street racing with a friend on the way back from the bar. We were both clocked at well over a hundred. I jammed a bunch of Altoids in my mouth and played dumb.

$1500 in legal fees later, I left the court with a three point careless driving conviction. But still had my license.

In retrospect, almost the best $1500 I ever spent. And if the cop had not caught us, I would have slapped that pesky M3 down.

Since we're strolling down automobilia memory lane...

My memorable moment was in South Philly, Friday night, Front Street, "THE" racing scene of the '70's. There were so many people there on summer nights that the pizza trucks would roll in around midnight and sell slices to the 300+ crowd.

I'm in the right lane lined up against an Olds 442 in the left lane. Told my two buddies to get out of the car and meet me back at the start line after the run. We were waved off and I got him out of the hole.

Then , I look in my rear view mirror and red and blue flashing lights are behind me. The 442 takes off. I'm in the right lane with closely parked cars approaching. Didn't want to risk it, so I took the high road and pulled over. I told the officer I was racing and I was sorry. He let me off with a lesser offense and fine.

Those were the good ole days.