Worst ticket you got out of

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And then there was 1998 (I'm a slow learner), I'm out in my '64 Impala SS conv't, it's late night during the summer, I drop the top and get a shake at McDonalds. Leaving the drive-thru...I allow myself the fun of opening up the stroked 454 crate motor. After leaving a solid 200 ft of rubber...I look behind me. Through the smoke is the classic flashing blues and reds of fear. Seems I hadn't noticed the cop in the drive-thru behind me...ooops.

He questions my sanity, I tell him the motor was running hot and stumbled out of the drive-thru. Not wanting to stall the motor, I told him I fed it too much gas. He questions me about taking him for an idiot. I tell him the car runs hot sitting and stalls. He tells me to start the motor. Only the god of horse-power know how, but in trying to re-lite the motor...it bogged, farted and fired and stalled in less then 3 seconds. I tried two more times and it barely stayed running. Long story short...he gave me a very stern warning and told me to get the car fixed. My hands still shake at how nervious I was at that one.