Worst ticket you got out of

[Ron61]

Dragon,

That is one nice set up you have in the T-Bird. That story reminds me of when I was working and many times in the middle of the night I had to go to downtown Redding to send bad circuit packs back to the labs for analysis. I drove the 69 Cobra back then once in a while and no matter what time of night or morning I was coming home, some guy in a 69 Charger with a 440 six pack would be waiting at the stop light on top of the hill leaving town. I was always tired and ignored him until one night around 3AM after a 26 hour shift, I was not in a good mood and when I pulled up there coming home to pack to go to Ohio, there he was. He must have camped there waiting for any time I came that way. He was yelling at me for being afraid to run a real car and I told him I was tired and I was not a drag racer. After a few minutes of his yelling I told him ok, lets see how that pile of crap runs. He pulled me by at least 3 car lengths as I couldn't get traction, but once I got to 3rd I passed him as if he was standing still and just ran away from him. I thought that was the end of it but after getting on the freeway and driving along at about 60/65 I heard this noise and it was him again wanting to run from that speed. We took off as there was no traffic around here at that time of night back then and I just left him so far behind all I could see was what looked like one headlight with a bunch of red and blue lights. So I pulled over and stopped and a couple of minutes later here cam,e the charger and the patrolman. The patrolman came up to me and asked me why I was setting there and I told him the whole story and that i was just tired of that guy and had told him we would find out just how well his car ran and it was stupid and I was ready to take my punishment. The patrolman just laughed and told me to go home and get packed and he would see to it that I was never bothered by that guy again. He did ask about my car and looked it over and tole me that he was just a little ways behind us but that I pulled away so fast he didn't even know what color my car was and he could catch the Dodge. I don't know what he did to that guy, but that Dodge was never seen by anyone around here again.

Ron

[acindrich]

Well, I wouldn't call it "the worst ticket" I could have gotten. But little Brother and I took a leisurely drive up Little and Big Cottonwood canyons this afternoon. In the spirit of youthful exuberance once we arrived at the near empty parking lot of Brighton ski resort, we opted for a couple broadies before parking and heading into the lodge for a little warmth. Our smiles were quickly erased by the local Shire Reeve who was initially tremendously annoyed by our thanks giving outburst. He sternly asked for required documents before walking back to get his ticket book en route to ticketing us both for wreckless endangerment.

A calm and honest attitude on our part got us off with barely a warning. Frankly, we deserved whatever was coming our way but we were just cool about it and he responded by being cool back. Several things helped. My age was one. He realized he wasn't dealing with young idiots, but middle aged idiots. I'm sure he viewed me as someone who survived youthful idiocy to migrate to middle aged idiocy so I couldn't be too big an idiot. I also said having a groovy car helped. "I mean, if I attempted that in a Chevy Cavalier?""You'd a got a ticket" he interupted with a smile.

I guess the moral of the story is - the Sherrif at Brighton doesn't tolerate broadies in the parking lot on Thanksgiving day, but can be swayed to forego a citation if you have a good attitude and a shiny car.