So first off I would like to say that I normally don't like driving around looking for a race but sometimes you just can't help it. So my friend and I decide to take a drive in my 88 turbo because he just moved here from Florida and had not been in the car since I had it tuned with 60-1 and fuel upgrades. He owns a 89 fox body with a vortech supercharger. So were always talking about who would kick who's ass. Anyways we were driving down the highway and a 08-09 charger srt8 comes pulling up next to me while driving around 70 mph and starts hitting the gas. He gives me that look like you don't want any of this. I look over at my friend and tell him to get ready to grab the oh shit handle. I drop it down right as he punches the gas and pull him by a car length. I reach about 120mph and there sits a city cop on the side of the highway and I'm thinking I'm screwed. I drive past him and sure enough he pulls out right behind me. I slowly pull to the side of the road and come to a stop. He walks up to my car and ask me did I know how fast that I was going. (note seem to be a really be nice cop and liked the car) So I said that I had a pretty good idea but it all depending on when he clocked me. The cop says well I got at 92mph in a 65mph speed limit. I said that sounds about right. The cop begins to laugh. I'm thinking at this point this might not be that bad after all. Then my bone head ass friends leans over to the cop and says if he would of dropped it down and kept going what would you have done. My eyes got big as marbles and my heart sank. Then the cop replies it all depends on what kind of mood I'm in and how fast your car is. My friend says its pretty fast. The cop says I can see that. He then goes back to his car and rights me a ticket. But probably the only time I wish that I would of lost because the charger was probably laughing his ass off. At the same time that cop was the coolest cop I had ever met.
