Blaze
01-01-2007, 03:27 PM
The answer to this is no.
But the Ontario PD sure as hell do.
Gather 'round kids, 'cause Uncle Blaze has done gots anotha' stori to tells you!
The place: ONTARIO, CA
The time: 'bout 4 o'clock as the crow flys
The suspects: 3 GG MR Evos and an STI.
Not the licence plates:
(1) Good Bye STI
(2) Evil IX
(3) For Track Use Only
(4) You Just Lost
*Note: These are the meaning, not the actual plates
Let's step back in time about to about 3:50PM. Everyone is getting on the freeway, and I notice my car is running a big off. It's either a clutch or a leaky IC pipe, so I punch it getting on the freeway to see which. Can't smell the clutch and for some odd reason, it didn't behave the same as it did a bit ago.
Exit: Milliken Ave, Southbound toward our favorite family restaurant where we plan to help young women through college in exchange for beer and piss poor service. (The food is ok...).
I'm not convinced what the issue is with my car, so I punch it a few more times to shake it off. Shaun is pacing beside me; ahead, then behind, then ahead. Then as we get out of the thick of the residential area, it's a sudden high RPM run through a changing light. Charles and Scott don't make the light. Shaun and I push forward. Shaun and I decend down a hill, under a bridge and up toward one of his favorite turns. I'm not interested in pushing the car anymore as I loose myself in thought as to what happened 10 minutes ago. We're both in 4th gear (GReddy Titanium goodness to the right and a Tomei turbo back to the left).
Both cars are decellerating and.... It's loud.
Round the corner doing 5-6MPH over and who's there to greet us but 2 bikes with guns pointed at our heads. (Oh joy. One for each of us, how convenient!) Clutches go in, the noise subsides, the cops are staring at Voltex'd evo with more wings then WWI bi-plan, pacing a sister bedazzling evo of the same variety.
What was going through their minds? Probably donut lard as they couldn't be bothered to chase us down. :idiot2:
Shaun and I exchange dumbfounded looks for a moment, then it occurs to us simultaneously that Charles and Scott are going to be booking it to catch up to us. After all, they want to help put young women through college just as much as we do. I'm on the phone with Scott (no answer). Shaun is ringing Charles with the same results. I ring Scott a second time and he picks up.
"Cops! Bikes! Radar! Slow DOWN!"
"I see them."
I make a sigh or relief, hang up, and a few moments later Shaun and I pull into the restaurant and start talking about how lucky we were. I mention that I was able to get a hold of Scott just in time, but it turns out that when Scott said, "I see them," it was because THEY saw him. But I ask you: How can 3 highly modified evos swoop past two bikes but the only one that gets tagged is the "stealth modded" STI with a 30 year old white guy driving?
Infamous Quotes from the Day
Hey, hurry the f'k up. We're hungry!
Sorry bro, it should have been me....
You're g'damn right, it should have been you!
But the Ontario PD sure as hell do.
Gather 'round kids, 'cause Uncle Blaze has done gots anotha' stori to tells you!
The place: ONTARIO, CA
The time: 'bout 4 o'clock as the crow flys
The suspects: 3 GG MR Evos and an STI.
Not the licence plates:
(1) Good Bye STI
(2) Evil IX
(3) For Track Use Only
(4) You Just Lost
*Note: These are the meaning, not the actual plates
Let's step back in time about to about 3:50PM. Everyone is getting on the freeway, and I notice my car is running a big off. It's either a clutch or a leaky IC pipe, so I punch it getting on the freeway to see which. Can't smell the clutch and for some odd reason, it didn't behave the same as it did a bit ago.
Exit: Milliken Ave, Southbound toward our favorite family restaurant where we plan to help young women through college in exchange for beer and piss poor service. (The food is ok...).
I'm not convinced what the issue is with my car, so I punch it a few more times to shake it off. Shaun is pacing beside me; ahead, then behind, then ahead. Then as we get out of the thick of the residential area, it's a sudden high RPM run through a changing light. Charles and Scott don't make the light. Shaun and I push forward. Shaun and I decend down a hill, under a bridge and up toward one of his favorite turns. I'm not interested in pushing the car anymore as I loose myself in thought as to what happened 10 minutes ago. We're both in 4th gear (GReddy Titanium goodness to the right and a Tomei turbo back to the left).
Both cars are decellerating and.... It's loud.
Round the corner doing 5-6MPH over and who's there to greet us but 2 bikes with guns pointed at our heads. (Oh joy. One for each of us, how convenient!) Clutches go in, the noise subsides, the cops are staring at Voltex'd evo with more wings then WWI bi-plan, pacing a sister bedazzling evo of the same variety.
What was going through their minds? Probably donut lard as they couldn't be bothered to chase us down. :idiot2:
Shaun and I exchange dumbfounded looks for a moment, then it occurs to us simultaneously that Charles and Scott are going to be booking it to catch up to us. After all, they want to help put young women through college just as much as we do. I'm on the phone with Scott (no answer). Shaun is ringing Charles with the same results. I ring Scott a second time and he picks up.
"Cops! Bikes! Radar! Slow DOWN!"
"I see them."
I make a sigh or relief, hang up, and a few moments later Shaun and I pull into the restaurant and start talking about how lucky we were. I mention that I was able to get a hold of Scott just in time, but it turns out that when Scott said, "I see them," it was because THEY saw him. But I ask you: How can 3 highly modified evos swoop past two bikes but the only one that gets tagged is the "stealth modded" STI with a 30 year old white guy driving?
Infamous Quotes from the Day
Hey, hurry the f'k up. We're hungry!
Sorry bro, it should have been me....
You're g'damn right, it should have been you!