kill stories

Going to date myself a little here. Back in 1971 I was driving a 63 Polara with a Bonneville prepped 361 roller engine. Fenderwell exit Hookers and all. 2.76 gears and a TFlite. Driving down the 101 South from Thousand Oaks going through Agoura. I was late for a date in Sunland and moving fast. Guy in goat must have thought I wanted to race. No time for this stuff so I just plant it. I fly by the ramp and in my mirror I see a Chippy. Then he hits the reds and starts down the ramp. Traffics light so I just stay in it. Beat the Goat and got a ticket for 135 in a 65 zone, pulling away from patrol car rapidly. Traffic school and lots of lectures about the dangers of racing on the roads.

Only cool part was the cop was so surprised by how fast the car was he had to look under the hood. He was a big Land Speed guy and when he heard the engine was a Norm Thatcher inspired 361 he was impressed. So much so he didn't arrest me or impound my car. So the judge told me he didn't think I could have been going that fast because I should have been arrested. So he tells me to "volunteer" for traffic school. The DA goes nuts and tells the judge that "i'm getting my cake and eating it too". The judge tells him to shut up and tells me to complete traffic school and behave. Of course I made another promise I wouldn't keep. But that's a lifetime of stories. That ticket is one of prized possessions.
Dan