I'm on my way to work the other day, rolling down the highway... It's in a spot with tons of lanes and nowhere for cops to sit for miles, so it's one of my favorite spots to open it up. Anyway, I notice this buick really hauling *** coming up behind me in the next lane over. I let him get up to my bumper, then floor it and completely dust him up until the next bunch of traffic.. We both get in front of that traffic at about the same, and again I floor it and dust him.. hit about 115. This guy was really hauling ***, but like I said it was some crap Buick or something. I was just having a little fun showing him what the stang could do compared to his car.

Anyway, we keep going like that... working our way through clumps of traffic... flooring it on the open stretches. After doing this a couple more times, we hit another clump, and I'm waiting it out in the left lane. This guy is flying up behind me, and this time it looks like he's not gonna stop. He gets up next to me (for the first time... every other time, I would floor it). I look over, and he's holding a badge up against the window. [&:] My jaw drops, I hit my brakes, and he takes off. I did kinda laugh to myself, though. I was thinking, "that's the only way you'll ever get in front of me, buddy!" I guess he was late for a raid or something...

 

Wtf? Cops never let me go before giving me a pink slip....my gf frequently gets let off though, damn sexist cops.