Like everything, reminds me of a funny story.
Remember, I’ve thrown all kinds of wild code 3 lights and stuff on my trucks, and my other rides are two classic Lincoln Towncars and a 78 Marc V.
If I do something crazy, I don’t have to worry about them tracking me electronically. My stuff doesn’t even have drink holders or storage cubby holes. But the cameras will get me every time, they are everywhere these days, especially in the big city.
When I still worked in an office tower, and I was leaving at the end of the day, I was third in line on an entrance ramp. The gal in front went a little bit and stopped, while the guy behind her was looking to see when he could go. Popped right into the ass, not to hard, no one hurt. This paricular intersection is jammed beyond belief at 5:30 PM.
In a split second, I said to myself they’re not going to need a witness for this one, and I took that huge body on frame midnight blue 1988 Lincoln Towncar and rode up over the curb, drove around them and headed south.
Well, a week later, nearby, I got pulled over by a cop. He came up to the window and asked that was you who pulled around that accident last Friday or whatever. Being the smart ass I am, I quickly responded: No, couldn’t be me, must’ve been that other 1988 midnight Blue Lincoln Towncar!
Fortunately, the guy laughed, politely chewed me out and told me not to do something like that again. Do you think my sheriff association ID card had something to do with that?
If I ever consider doing something really bad, I’m going buy something plain Jane without any electronics a little more modern, that’s painted white with stock wheels, and leave my cell phone at home….
