I got away with that!

One cool autumn evening, I decided that nothing would be more in the halloween spirit than driving through the notoriously haunted town of Wilkeson, WA.  So I grabbed a few friends who had nothing to do, and headed out for a drive.  My brother Aaron, this girl Analese (sp?) and I piled into the bench seat of my 1982 Plymouth Arrow pickup truck.  I miss that beauty.  She was grey with a greeen stripe down the middle.  It looked as if it came straight from Lumbermans.  It had added Leaf Springs in the back that gave a nice stance. It was kind of like this one down there...

We drove nice and slow down military road in Puyallup so as not to run the poor thing off the road.  It was a quick little beast, but it couldn't handle well even if the tires were made of superglue. As we arive at the bottom of the hill, we decide that we would do some magic, and cut the distance to Orting in 1/2. 

Well, it had a 2.8 liter 4 cyl, and the whole truck weighed about two large men.  Thats with me and my two friends in it.  As we accelerated up passed the 60's  things started to blur a bit. Soon was 70, and almost as soon, I had the truck top out at around 25mph.   The speedometer only went up to a whopping 85 mph. 

We slowed down for the obligatory speed trap in Orting.  If you have never been there, take my advice, and as soon as you see the speed limit sign (even if your a mile away) just slowdown! 

We passed Orting with no problems, and proceeded to do the same things for South Prarie too.  What I was not expecting was a speed trap in Wilkeson.  However, being the smartest person in the world I knew that my luck would run out if I didn't pull the same trick here.  Sure enough, I saw headlights beaming through a light fog across the road from what looked like a large sign post with a push bumper in the front, and a nice chrome bumper in the rear.  What would I do?  I would slow down to the speedlimit EXACTLY as I crossed the city line, starting with my speedometer at about 10. (There is a big corner as you come into town.)

If you've read this far, you know the routine, hit the parachute, downshift to second, and ease in the brake as you ease out the clutch all at the same time so as to slowdown about 85 mph in a few short feet.

Now the Cop saw us coming from a mile away.  Infact I could see him salavating in his "hiding spot" from about a mile away.  They never thought to turn the gun though.  They figured I wouldn't notice thier bright lights, or rather conspicous hiding spot.  How conspicuous?  They tried to hid their car behind a large brick signpost.  It worked for about 80% of their car.  Of course 10% stuck out on each end. 

We cruised past these guys with the Cruise set at EXACTLY the town speedlimit.  Sure enough the cop didn't blink an eye before he decided to pull up behind us.  He followed us for a little while.  At the time, I was also invincible so I didn't have my seatbelt on.  Neither did my passengers.  So here are three people in a little truck absolutley scrambling to put their seatbelts on.  Analese was flustered, and she bumped Aaron, who inturn bumped me and brought me to within 3 whole inches of the yellow line.   Apparently your not aloud to almost cross the yellow line.  Because just then, the officer sped up to 26 mph while turning on his lights. 

I had Aaron pull out my registration, and insurance.  I quickly produced my license and combined the three.  When the cop came over, I handed it to him before he even said a word.  After taking my paperwork from me, He stated that I was coming into town kind of fast.  I said "yeah, then I saw your speed trap and avoided it."  I knew with absolute certainty that he didn't have me on radar.  So did he, because he let out a slight chuckle and took my information back to the squad car.  The other car in the squad had the day off.

He must have thought that I was a national security risk, or a most wanted felon.  He had my information long enough to scan FBI, CIA, Federal, and Local databases, KGB, Canadian intel, as well as GOOGLE me!  And google wasn't invented yet! 

But he came back and asked me a bunch of questions like, " have you been drinking tonight"  I said "No, I am only 18, I can't drink yet!"  He said "Well, I pulled you over because you almost crossed the center line back there."  I called BS AGAIN and asked if that was a crime.  He told me that he had a responsibility to make sure no one was drinking and driving, and asked me to explain the incident.  I said "explain how I almost came within 2.5 inches of the yellow line?"  he said a simple yes.  "I was bumped by a passenger who was getting out my registration because you pulled up from behind me."  He said "Slow it down out there..." and finally let us go!