kill stories

I've got a couple of these. One of my favorites. My friends and I were out cruising one night, and we stopped to fill up our tanks. While we were filling up... all the trash talking started up between us about who has the fastest car. Now this happend just about every weekend, and we have had plenty of street races to settle it. We always had rematches since we all were constantly working on our rides.

The car list went as follows:
1982 silverado with brand new 350, fitted with a few aftermarket parts...
240sx with an acura engine swap and a turbo...
1986 camaro with a rebuilt v6(the slowest)...
1966 thunderbird(my car) 390ci rebuilt for the strip, c6 trans and a 9 inch

Anyway, we all tore *** out of the gas station to head out to our racing grounds(a virtualy unused road, we played it safe.... enough):burnout:. As I was aproaching the upcoming red light( I was in the front of the pack), a police SUV pulls up next to me and blips his siren. With the fear that I was about to get a fat ticket for burning out a few moments before, I looked over at the cop and he says " Hey man... you want to race?" I was a bit suprised and relieved.

I then asked him, "Are you gonna arrest me if you lose?" He smiled and said no. So we decided to do a rolling start. Keep in mind that my friends in their cars behind me had no idea what was going on. The cop and I got up to about 15mph... then took off full blast. Of course I blew the cops doors off. We both caught the next red light for a moment, gave eachother a thumbs up and went on with our night.

A few minutes later we stop at a friends house and all the guys got out of their cars yelling "What the **** was that! We thought you were running from the cop or something." And I said "No, he just wanted to see if his cruiser could keep up with a real car." :D Good times