well i got my exhaust done on my car today..so im on my way home and i turn on to masonic. no cars anywhere so i figure what the hell i'll run 1st gear and see what it feels like since i havent been able to yet..car pulls strong..lights the tires up goin into 2nd. im happy as hell..then i hear some kids on a bike yell that there is a cop ahead...yeah well sure enough there is. on the sidewalk on his Harley..he throws the flashers on i pull over shut the car off..asks for license and insurance and reg. well i dont have a proper plate on my camaro right now..im honest about it and tell him he just nods his head..then he asks if i know why i get pulled over i say yeah..he says "you were doing 40. well slowed down to 40 i should say. and if u would have seen you light ur tires up i could have got u for wreckless.."
goes to his bike..im thinkin im completely fucked..comes back tells me he wrote me for 5 over and to get the car home..
needless to say im lucky as hell..but damn did my car run stong
ok im done w/ my novel now..