street racing stories..you know ya do it..

Got three funny ones, but I'll tell the SPD one because it never fails to make me smile :) . Worked @ UPS' Boeing Field operations while finishing college and had to go from my house in Fauntleroy through White Center or South Park, then through Georgetown to get to the Airport...at 0000hrs or 0200hrs, depending on when the earliest flight came in. Except for where I lived, if you are driving around those areas at night, you are pretty much a SUSPECT at some crime. However, the cops would get to know you after awhile and what you were doing in the area- the driver's uniform never hurt to tell all I was not drunk, high, or a practicing,unlicensed 'dealer' . One night I was cruising in my '71 300 coupe through White Center (aka "Rat City") towards SB 509/Georgetown. As I get to the on ramp (which is overhead and winds down), I look up the SB lane to see if there are any cars below. I spot a pair of headlights just coming off the crest of the hill at Top Hat. What the Hell, as soon as I hit the straight away, the pedal is parallel to the asphalt. Some of the folks in BC may remember this particular car- it was custom ordered for the owner of Richmond Chrysler/Plymouth. Built 440 w/a six pack, highway gears...it would bury the speedo at will and I was willing to! I hit the base of the 1st Ave South bridge doing about 130, then slowed down further before hitting the bridge deck, and just coasted off on the Michigan Street exit. As I am coming down the off ramp, I notice a pair of headlights on the bridge. Next, the headlights make a quick right...now I start thinking "If there is a reflection off a lightbar I am in serious ****." Sure enough, the reflection from the streetlight lit up a bunch of rotators on a '96 Caprice. Now I am sitting at the light thinking,"Time to run the plate and get ready to initiate a traffic stop." Yep, signal went green, lightbar went on! Gave the cop the require license and insurance card and he asked me "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" All I could answer was 'not really.' Dead serious, he looked me in the face and said "You pulled out of my radar and I couldn't get a number. Just slowdown." I was torn- I wanted to simultaneously hug the officer and high five him, but prudence got the best of me so I agreed and slowly drove off