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Ever since I got my new 2007 Mustang GT Premium a few weeks ago I’ve discovered that there are a lot of idiots with performance cars out there that want to street race. As if the Mustang is some type of benchmark. This never ever happens when I’m driving my Pantera so I’m somewhat mystified. I’m not a street racer so the idiots are out of luck. Speaking of being out of luck, the best event of all took place while I was visiting Charlotte last Saturday. It happened at 6:00 AM at the stop light located at the corner of the Arboretum Mall in Mathews.

While I was waiting for traffic to clear so I could pull out of the Arboretum a clean 90s vintage black Mitsubishi 3000GT cruised by. As I pulled out of the Arboretum, I noticed he had stopped at the Providence Street stop light in the outside lane. As I pulled up beside him in the inside lane, I noticed that his windows were down. I had mine down too because I had the AC off in the cool morning air. As we both set there idling with the sweet sound my Mustang exhaust echoing off the side of his car, the thought hit me that he was going to be one of the rice race idiots. I didn’t bother to casually glance over and gave him one of the don’t even try it looks. After all it was only Mitsubishi. A few other cars pulled up behind us while we were waiting for the light to change including a large SUV behind me.

The light changes and the Mitsubishi instantly brings up the RPMs and nails it as I make a normal slow start. He leaves with hard wheel spin with the resulting tire screeching. He hits second gear hard with another tire screech and stays on it hard. About then I notice bright lights in my mirror and see that the SUV is really on my butt and pulling over into the outside lane. As the SUV goes by me I see “Mathews Police Department” brightly displayed on the side. The cop is hard on the power but the Mitsubishi 3000GT is still pulling away fast.

As I continue on at the speed limit, the Mitsubishi 3000GT and cop are way out ahead, a quarter mile or more and I can see the cop slowly caching up with him but no blue flashing lights. By the time they reach the High School the cop is on his butt. The blue lights come on just before the church and the Mitsubishi pulls into the church parking lot with the cop behind him.

I’m laughing so hard that I can hardly drive but did manage to give it a little extra throttle vroom, vroom as I went by them and down shifted to turn left at the church light.

It was pretty cool experience, like a scene out of American Graffiti!

Mike
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Great story Mike. Reminds me of a certain cruise night on the El Camino (used to be the local cruise spot back in the day) in my first car (which I still have), a 66 Shelby GT-350 clone (built from a factory 4-speed GT fastback). Some joker in a small block Nova or whatever - all jacked up in the rear, sounded like no mufflers, Cragar SS wheels, Pos-A-Traction tires, etc. pulls up along side me as a friend and I were cruising down the boulevard and hangs half-way out his window yelling "C'mon! Let's go! Let's see what'cha got!" He was really beginning to irritate me as he was getting too close for comfort - he was focused more on provoking a race than actually driving in his own lane. Well, we had the good fortune to get stuck together at the next stoplight where he proceeded to rev his engine in a wild display of testosterone on octane-boost. Less than half a block ahead, across the intersection, I notice a couple of motorcycle cops laying in wait at a driveway into a parking lot. I don't remember if I revved my engine or yelled something to satisfy the clown next to me who was totally clueless to his surroundings, but the moment that light turned green he did an impressive burnout across the intersection while I just safely and legally idled away. The cops wasted no time pulling him over, and we just laughed our @$$#$ off.

Thanks for the memory!
Way long time ago when I was a young man, I had a 68 Firebird 400. I actualy was street racing against a super bee, but when we popped over the hill, I saw a cop on foot in the cross walk about a half mile away. (OH crap! there goes my liscense I thought to myself as I got on the brakes and started downshifting. The other guy just staid in it. By the time I was approaching the cross walk I was well under the speed limit and would stop well before I got near the cop so he could wave me wherever he wanted to. The other guy was going to try and blow by the cop. The cop walks over to his lane and stands there with his hand straight out. The guy in the superbee locks up his brakes and smoke is rolling off all four tires and he had some humongous rear meats on there too. The cop didn't even flinch and I could tell he had no intention of jumping out of the way. He was like "Go ahead and hit me punk and just see what happens." The superbee stopped just inches from the cops kneecaps. I just crept up slowly and stopped in total dissbelief in what just happened. The cop looks over at me and waves ne to get the hell out of there and proceed through the intersection. As I looked at my rear view mirror I saw the cop walk around to the drivers side of the superbee, yank the door open and dragged the driver out onto the ground. I can't say for sure, but I bet the cop re-aranged that guys face.
Maybe the cop had too big of balls to jump out of the way??? Who knows??
Many years ago I was riding in a friends 72 Maverick, N50's on the back Volkswagon tires on the front, nice sounding little 302.
Well we were sitting at a stoplight when a guy and a friend on a 1000 Kawasaki I think?? Pulled up beside us.
But the rider flipped up his face shield and told his passenger that I'll blow his doors off. Well Steve and I just looked at each other. When the light turned green the guy on the bike took off like a banshi, BUT his passenger was left sitting in the intersection!! He looked like he had been thrown off with arms and legs spread eagled! We just laughed our butts off as the biker had to turn around to get his buddy!!!
Jeff
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