If you could pick any one car in a high a high speed chase..... done it.
If you could pick ONE car, that you are in the mentality of saying fuck it, i'm not pulling over for whatever reason..
Which car would you pick ??
I've been there .
Vette 99 C5 Vert 6 speed, w my gal that the time, at a ballgame all day long and some shitbag in a stang busting my balls got the best of me at the end of a long fun day ...
Long story short?
Once the blues were on, hit the gas hard and said fuck it.
Wrong way, through a rotary, immediate slide, hard up an onramp, passing cars on onramp hearing the horns all around...
Got on highway..
Thought?
Hit highway hard and get off FAST.
Get off highway immmmmmmmmediately....
Passed two cars on on ramp, took next exit, about 90 or so, hit brakes hard, redlight approaching, sliding sideways...
Short end of story, quick right, another quick right, sirens all around and got out of car asap, arm covered in blood jumping out...
More to story..
But I will say, God bless the handling of the C5...
This was Dukes of Hazzard shit, unplanned, gal yelling at me the entire time...Untillllllllll I got it done and we got out..
Then, like it or not, respect for the driving.
Not advocating it, but if any can relate please share....
And to answer my own intial question ?
My car for adrenaline and fun ?? Viper
My car for outrunning state and local Rosco P. Coltrains ????
Definitely not my current Viper..
I don't think it is a good idea to broadcast on the internet that you ran from the cops in a high speed chase which would have resulted in a multi-felony arrest, but that's just me. Carry on.
Wait, wait, wait..... lemme get this straight, you had a Corvette AND a girl ?
You must be one damn handsome looking motherfucker to pull that off. At least twice as handsome as that Brad Pitt character. Because I don't see that working out otherwise.
I ran only once from the cops in my old 03 cobra and my lexus sc300. In my cobra, I was racing another car and was doing about 150 in a 40 zone (nice street for racing though) and once we slowed down, the lights came on. I was in front and the other car was behind me and the cop behind him. The cop flashed the spotlight on us and then over to the gas station on the left kinda signaling us to both pull into the gas station. All of us started to turn left and then I bolted right and fucking romped on it. I pulled into an unfimiliar neighborhood with random houses and apartments and I pulled into a very crowded parking lot and my buddy and I got out of the car and calmly walked away out of sight to blend in away from the car. We hung out for about 45 minutes and then got in the car and took some back roads to the highway and took the long way back home. I also put the top down and turned the fog lights off just cuz I was paranoid, lol.
I made it home ok and later found out the other car I was racing got impounded and the driver went to jail and his passenger was sitting on the side of the road waiting for a ride home.
The other time, I was in my lexus sc300 and was doing about 120 or so and came up on a 4 way stop and you can see for miles and no cars were coming so I just flew threw it.... a cop was sitting behind a small building and I saw the lights come on but I just kept going because I knew by the time he got out of the parking lot and got up to speed, I would be gone. I went around a left hand sweeping bend and made my next left, then next right, flew across a few back streets and tucked it away in the garage.
Unfortunately the next day I got a call from the cops......
lucky for me, the call was for me walking out on a bar tab that night (the other person I was with thought I paid and I thought they paid, lol) but because I am good friends with the bouncer they knew it wasnt intentional
I shat my pants when the cops called and asked where I was last night, lol
that being said, Id want a tt viper to run with next time... my old 98 gts with a pair of 66's would be just fine with me!
I once spent 20 minutes running from a UFO through the back roads of the great Central Valley of California. Pretty much through back roads that went through orchards and walnut groves. After running around like crazy I finally came upon a small gas station that was open and pulled up. I ran inside and told the guy inside the store what had happened and he came outside to help. He looked up in the sky and he told me that I'd been running from the planet Venus and that I'd almost gotten away too. I followed him back inside but he refused to sell me any more beer.
Ever since that time I no longer ridicule people who've seen UFO's because frightened, drunk, and being chased by Venusians is the kind of thing that really gets a fellow to thinking.
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When he comes over, be on the alert. Retards are shifty. And they have retard strength. You don't need him ripping your arms off with his bare hands. Never underestimate the power of a retard.
If I had to do it in a car, it would be my 01' Gts. But probably wouldn't have to because my V1 works like a fucking champion for me.
If I had to run from the cops on anything of my choice, I would pick my MvAugusta and dust those fuckers.
Its pretty hard though sometimes to outrun the radio. Most times they win. In Florida there is a law I believe that they are not allowed to pursue a high speed chase because of liabilty. I could be wrong though.
My girlfriend was pissed at me being late, so I bought her a peace offering (a gerbil.) As I was hurriedly driving home I came upon an older 80's station wagon going 25-30 in a 40 zone. No prob, here's a passing zone. I pull out to pass and floor it (in an '80 RX-7) and the wagon speeds up, holding me out on the wrong side of the road. I finally pull around the front of him and get back in my lane just as we both pass 70 mph, and a cop sitting in a cemetery. Blue lights flash. Not knowing shit about cars back then, I figured he'd be on my ass RIGHT NOW. As I'm looking for a good place to pull over, it dawns on me he's nowhere near me yet. "Oh shit, what am I doing??" I said to myself as my right foot went down involuntarily. I blast down a long straight which goes up a hill to a blind turn with a maze of streets to duck off of. After creeping out of the area the gerbil and I made it home.
The girlfriend loved the gerbil. "What should we name it?" She asked. I shrugged. "How about Chase?"
She never knew.
So back in the '80s/early '90s the perfect car for me was a nimble little RX-7
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"America is all about speed. Hot, nasty, bad-ass speed."
You stand almost no chance in a high speed chase. Can't outrun the radio...
Cops can't call in what they don't see. It is a lot harder to chase someone than you think....unless the news helicopter is watching of course
Most people wreck because they keep looking back....hence, don't look back. But as stated earlier, a V1 will prevent almost all of these problems....and not street racing.
