Storytime.
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Storytime.
Hey guys, go grab that cup o' coffee, it's story time!
So, this one is an oldie, maybe a year old. It's not street/strip oriented, per se.... but it happened on the street(Does that count?)
No, this isn't one of those "my friend" stories. This happened to me.
So, some of my friends are in a band and they were playing a gig at a local bar. I'm not big on drinking, so I had just come back from a convenience store with a coke in hand. I had already parked my car in the parking lot, and I was just sitting there listening to my friends from the outside. Really, I didn't much feel like going back in there because I hate that particular bar; so after about five minutes I notice a guy stumble his way out of the bar, and get in his truck. No big deal, typical stuff for southern Georgia.
He was parked one row in front of myself, about two to three cars to my left. Facing the same direction as myself. Directly to my left was a burgandy '65 Mustang with a white convertible top. Excellent condition, no rust or blemishes at all. (It belongs to my friend. He's got minor mods, gears, exhaust. I think that's all. It's a manual, too. Beautiful car)
So this drunken guy begins to back out of his parking spot, coming directly towards the 65. When he hit it, the entire car lifted up on it's suspension, and bounced back down with a loud metal-on-metal thud. I was already trying to think of what to say to this idiot. After about 30 seconds or so, the guy just leaves! He just hit a classic, and now he just leaves?! Not on my watch. So I crank up the Mach and thunder after him.
I called the cops and reported the hit-and-run. I gave them a thourough description of the truck. A dark blue '96ish silverado 1500 with no distinguishing marks.I gave them the license plate, his current location, and the direction he was heading. I called off street names as we passed them. I fully intended on following this guy until he was pulled over.
Now, he wasn't speeding or trying to run from me. He was driving casually, except weaving.....badly. Once he got on I-75 he picked up his speed to about 20 over the limit. He ran three cars out of their lanes, and also a semi. He almost hit a disabled car on the side of the road. (At 80MPH that would have been bad) All this time, I'm still on the phone with the cops. Giving them detailed desciptions of his every action. He was on I-75 for about 10 miles. I'm STILL on the phone. By now, we are in another county and the cops do not want to come. I remember thinking to myself this guy is gonna get away.
He got off the interstate and went down an access road to what I assume was his home. He pulled around back and I lost sight of his truck. I was still on the phone with dispatch and asked the lady if it was alright to pull into his driveway. She said she couldn't tell me to do that. So I backed up about 50 feet from his driveway and pulled off on the side of the road.
About a minute goes by, with the dispatch lady telling me that the Sheriff's units would be coming instead. Not long after she said that, I saw a white circular flash, accompanied by the distinct "pop" of gunfire. This drunken terd was shooting at me! So, I put it in 1st, and leave the biggest ruts I've ever left in the grass. Followed by the darkest, longest black marks I've ever left on the road. Between adrenaline and fear I banged the rev limiter in two gears. I managed to drop the phone in the process, and when I felt safe I picked it back up and the lady was freaking out on the phone, I told her I was okay, and didn't hearany rounds hit my car or myself. She slightly calmed down and the sheriffs were there within 60 seconds after shots were fired....(Funny that they sure were taking their sweet time until he fired on me)
When they came over to get me to fill out a report, I told them that itsounded likea small caliber gun, probally a handgun(Lots of guys down here carry hunting rifles)the officer told, and showed, me that they found a gun in his back pocket. It looked like a stub-nosed .38. I felt a little better, knowing a drunk isn't going to hit anything in the dark with that little thing. Especially since my car is black, with black wheels, and my lights were out. I put so much information in the report, I filled out the front, back and asked for another page. Unfourtenetly, since it was dark and I couldn't actually see him. They couldn't book him on assault. So all he got was a hit-and-run. The pistol had 3 empty cartridges in it, all 3 recently fired. I only heard/saw one shot. I'm guessing my exhaust covered up the other two. (Borla, no cats)
I apologize for such a long story, I tried to break it up and punctuate it for you guys. I've always been a "good kid" (I.E. lame and boring) so this was a highlight for me.
So, this one is an oldie, maybe a year old. It's not street/strip oriented, per se.... but it happened on the street(Does that count?)
No, this isn't one of those "my friend" stories. This happened to me.
So, some of my friends are in a band and they were playing a gig at a local bar. I'm not big on drinking, so I had just come back from a convenience store with a coke in hand. I had already parked my car in the parking lot, and I was just sitting there listening to my friends from the outside. Really, I didn't much feel like going back in there because I hate that particular bar; so after about five minutes I notice a guy stumble his way out of the bar, and get in his truck. No big deal, typical stuff for southern Georgia.
He was parked one row in front of myself, about two to three cars to my left. Facing the same direction as myself. Directly to my left was a burgandy '65 Mustang with a white convertible top. Excellent condition, no rust or blemishes at all. (It belongs to my friend. He's got minor mods, gears, exhaust. I think that's all. It's a manual, too. Beautiful car)
So this drunken guy begins to back out of his parking spot, coming directly towards the 65. When he hit it, the entire car lifted up on it's suspension, and bounced back down with a loud metal-on-metal thud. I was already trying to think of what to say to this idiot. After about 30 seconds or so, the guy just leaves! He just hit a classic, and now he just leaves?! Not on my watch. So I crank up the Mach and thunder after him.
I called the cops and reported the hit-and-run. I gave them a thourough description of the truck. A dark blue '96ish silverado 1500 with no distinguishing marks.I gave them the license plate, his current location, and the direction he was heading. I called off street names as we passed them. I fully intended on following this guy until he was pulled over.
Now, he wasn't speeding or trying to run from me. He was driving casually, except weaving.....badly. Once he got on I-75 he picked up his speed to about 20 over the limit. He ran three cars out of their lanes, and also a semi. He almost hit a disabled car on the side of the road. (At 80MPH that would have been bad) All this time, I'm still on the phone with the cops. Giving them detailed desciptions of his every action. He was on I-75 for about 10 miles. I'm STILL on the phone. By now, we are in another county and the cops do not want to come. I remember thinking to myself this guy is gonna get away.
He got off the interstate and went down an access road to what I assume was his home. He pulled around back and I lost sight of his truck. I was still on the phone with dispatch and asked the lady if it was alright to pull into his driveway. She said she couldn't tell me to do that. So I backed up about 50 feet from his driveway and pulled off on the side of the road.
About a minute goes by, with the dispatch lady telling me that the Sheriff's units would be coming instead. Not long after she said that, I saw a white circular flash, accompanied by the distinct "pop" of gunfire. This drunken terd was shooting at me! So, I put it in 1st, and leave the biggest ruts I've ever left in the grass. Followed by the darkest, longest black marks I've ever left on the road. Between adrenaline and fear I banged the rev limiter in two gears. I managed to drop the phone in the process, and when I felt safe I picked it back up and the lady was freaking out on the phone, I told her I was okay, and didn't hearany rounds hit my car or myself. She slightly calmed down and the sheriffs were there within 60 seconds after shots were fired....(Funny that they sure were taking their sweet time until he fired on me)
When they came over to get me to fill out a report, I told them that itsounded likea small caliber gun, probally a handgun(Lots of guys down here carry hunting rifles)the officer told, and showed, me that they found a gun in his back pocket. It looked like a stub-nosed .38. I felt a little better, knowing a drunk isn't going to hit anything in the dark with that little thing. Especially since my car is black, with black wheels, and my lights were out. I put so much information in the report, I filled out the front, back and asked for another page. Unfourtenetly, since it was dark and I couldn't actually see him. They couldn't book him on assault. So all he got was a hit-and-run. The pistol had 3 empty cartridges in it, all 3 recently fired. I only heard/saw one shot. I'm guessing my exhaust covered up the other two. (Borla, no cats)
I apologize for such a long story, I tried to break it up and punctuate it for you guys. I've always been a "good kid" (I.E. lame and boring) so this was a highlight for me.
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RE: Storytime.
I forgot to mention, about a month before this, a guy backed up into my Mach 1. He had no insurance or tag and I got stuck with the bill.I decided not to put it on my insurance. It was just the front left fender, I'd rather not raise myalready-high-insurance (I'm 22, not married) forjust a fenderSo not only was it another mustang in distress, it took on a more personal note.
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RE: Storytime.
When I got back and saw the damage to the 65 I couldn't believe it. It was no where near as bad as I thought it was going to be. The entire car shook on it's foundation. His car got hit harder than my car and his dent is smaller. They just don't make em like they used to. Thick Sheet metal FTW!
