Along4TheRide
09-16-2005, 08:50 AM
I was jumping onto the 440 onramp from Poole road, and I guess that I kinda 'let-it-out' a little. As I was merging into the sparse traffic, I spotted a white Crown Vic in the far left lane. I had already began to back off considerably by the time I had settled into the lane.
Looking into the rear view mirror again, I saw that the Crown Vic was right behind me. All I could think at the moment was "Oh shit!". Sure enough, just past the New Bern offramp, he lit 'em up, and I pulled over immediately just past the 2nd New Bern exit.
While I sat there waiting, I figured that I was hosed. I am not sure exactly how fast I was going, but I'm pretty sure that it was better than 80. You see, my wife and I have a running bet as to who is going to get a ticket first. Right then, I pretty much figured that I had just lost the bet.
The cop, sporting a white dress shirt and dark tie, badge on his belt, strolled up to the side of the car. This is basically the conversation that took place"
"Afternoon", he said.
"Afternoon", I replied.
He had both hands on the window sill, and I could tell he was looking inside of the car.
"This is one of them thar Mazdas, ain't it? One of them thar 8's?", he said, pronouncing the first 'a' as you would in the word 'mass'.
"Yes sir. A Maxda RX8." I could feel my voice cracking.
"My wife said that she saw you the other day. Recognized you by your SHINKA plate", he continued.
Great, I was thinking. I was probably speeding then too.
"She really liked it. Made a good impression on her", he continued.
By now, I couldn't tell if he was just fucking with me or what.
"How do you like it?" he asked. Okay, I'm sort of stunned at this point in time.
"I love it. Had her for a few months now. My fifth rotary."
"Huh. Rotary eh?"
So, I went through the whole pitch. How it works, what you have to watch out for (being different than a piston engine). Opened up the hood for him to look at, opened up passenger door along with the back door showing him the room. Let him look inside of the trunk. Told him where we bought the car from, who are salesman was. The whole nine yards. I pitched this car like my life depended on it.
"Damn", he said. "She sure is a pretty car."
"Yup, she's a beaut alright" There was a few awkward moments of what seemed like forever. I expected him to whip out his ticket book at any moment, when I realized that he didn't have one with him.
Finally he said "Well listen, you have yourself a nice day now, you hear?". And he turned and started to walk away.
"Yes sir! You do the same" <ohshitohshitohshit>
After I got into the car, closed the door, and waited for him to pull away, he got back out of his car and walked back toward me. <doubleshitdoubleshitdoubleshit>
But again, he was empty handed.
"Oh, and by the way", he started. "In the future, you might want to watch your onramp speed. Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her now, would you?"
"No sir! I'll be careful". I guess that constituted my warning.
And that was basically it. He waived at me as he pulled past me back onto the freeway.
:D
Looking into the rear view mirror again, I saw that the Crown Vic was right behind me. All I could think at the moment was "Oh shit!". Sure enough, just past the New Bern offramp, he lit 'em up, and I pulled over immediately just past the 2nd New Bern exit.
While I sat there waiting, I figured that I was hosed. I am not sure exactly how fast I was going, but I'm pretty sure that it was better than 80. You see, my wife and I have a running bet as to who is going to get a ticket first. Right then, I pretty much figured that I had just lost the bet.
The cop, sporting a white dress shirt and dark tie, badge on his belt, strolled up to the side of the car. This is basically the conversation that took place"
"Afternoon", he said.
"Afternoon", I replied.
He had both hands on the window sill, and I could tell he was looking inside of the car.
"This is one of them thar Mazdas, ain't it? One of them thar 8's?", he said, pronouncing the first 'a' as you would in the word 'mass'.
"Yes sir. A Maxda RX8." I could feel my voice cracking.
"My wife said that she saw you the other day. Recognized you by your SHINKA plate", he continued.
Great, I was thinking. I was probably speeding then too.
"She really liked it. Made a good impression on her", he continued.
By now, I couldn't tell if he was just fucking with me or what.
"How do you like it?" he asked. Okay, I'm sort of stunned at this point in time.
"I love it. Had her for a few months now. My fifth rotary."
"Huh. Rotary eh?"
So, I went through the whole pitch. How it works, what you have to watch out for (being different than a piston engine). Opened up the hood for him to look at, opened up passenger door along with the back door showing him the room. Let him look inside of the trunk. Told him where we bought the car from, who are salesman was. The whole nine yards. I pitched this car like my life depended on it.
"Damn", he said. "She sure is a pretty car."
"Yup, she's a beaut alright" There was a few awkward moments of what seemed like forever. I expected him to whip out his ticket book at any moment, when I realized that he didn't have one with him.
Finally he said "Well listen, you have yourself a nice day now, you hear?". And he turned and started to walk away.
"Yes sir! You do the same" <ohshitohshitohshit>
After I got into the car, closed the door, and waited for him to pull away, he got back out of his car and walked back toward me. <doubleshitdoubleshitdoubleshit>
But again, he was empty handed.
"Oh, and by the way", he started. "In the future, you might want to watch your onramp speed. Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her now, would you?"
"No sir! I'll be careful". I guess that constituted my warning.
And that was basically it. He waived at me as he pulled past me back onto the freeway.
:D