Sig1Hunter Posted October 28, 2017 Share Posted October 28, 2017 What's the over/under on the combined IQ of the troopers directly approaching the car after it finally stops? That's four guys. I'll put it at 350. What do you think? Funny how this is sold as a "wild 100mph chase". In Germany 100mph is what the slow old lady is doing in a **** econobox 2 lanes over from the left lane. I.E., not all that wild and crazy. Sounds like someone got a few tickets and is bitter about it? What are the chances you say that to one of their faces? I'd say 0.0%. And, this isn't the German Autobahn. Nice try, though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Just Jack Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 That's funny...but, no. Cops don't carry those anymore. Someone complained that they looked too intimidating, I think. One of my prized possessions is my grandfathers billy club from when he was in the NYS Troopers. It could definitely do some damage in the right hands. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dean Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 Sign this kid up for NASCAR! I used to steal my mother's car when I was 13-14 (but just to go get beer/booze). The difference? I never got caught. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Augie Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 Sign this kid up for NASCAR! I used to steal my mother's car when I was 13-14 (but just to go get beer/booze). The difference? I never got caught. My buddy Bernie around the corner used to roll his parents Caddy out of the garage in neutral and start it up a few houses away. I was probably 14-15? Those were some interesting nights. Different times, but I can’t believe we never got caught! He used to say (almost BRAG) that he’d never live to see the ripe old age af 25. Not sure if he made it....or what he preferred. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dean Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 My buddy Bernie around the corner used to roll his parents Caddy out of the garage in neutral and start it up a few houses away. I was probably 14-15? Those were some interesting nights. Different times, but I can’t believe we never got caught! He used to say (almost BRAG) that he’d never live to see the ripe old age af 25. Not sure if he made it....or what he preferred. Are you serious? I said, and I was fairly serious, that I'd be dead by 25. I'm now 60. But I have to tell you, I try to think of every day as a "bonus day" and that I'm 35 years "in the black". But if I die in my sleep tonight (I mean, no better way to go, right?), I can say I lived a very full life. No major regrets--a ton of minor ones, though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Augie Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 (edited) Are you serious? I said, and I was fairly serious, that I'd be dead by 25. I'm now 60. But I have to tell you, I try to think of every day as a "bonus day" and that I'm 35 years "in the black". But if I die in my sleep tonight (I mean, no better way to go, right?), I can say I lived a very full life. No major regrets--a ton of minor ones, though. Im dead serious! If we are ever in the same place at the same time, with enough adult beverages, Ill tell the tale of the night we were going to Mr Somethingorothers house in his parents stolen/borrowed Caddy. I went to St Joes, and didnt recognize the name of the Williamsville North Principal. I just knew we had a destination. Cases of beer were involved. It took hours to get the car out of the drainage ditch as the rain set in along the side of his house! Trashed his yard but the concrete sewer access caught the undercarriage. Bernies was a giant ooaf who fell forward on the horn when the car went nose down on the ditch on the far side of the corner lot. He just kept falling forward on the horn as gravity defeated his giant arse over and over. Its 2:00am! Get off the friggin horn!!! It gets better from there..... Getting out was a hoot! Edited October 29, 2017 by Augie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ExiledInIllinois Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 My brother and next door neighbor kid @ the ripe old age of 8 in 1972 decided to jump in neighbor kid's father's car and take it for a roll... Until neighbor kid got it out of gear and it rolled down the driveway and smashed into another neighbor's car parked across the street. Boy did that kid get an azzwhooping from his father. My father tells the story that he had to peel the dad off the kid so he wouldn't kill the poor child. I was raised in a liberal house... My parents sided with the counter-culture hippies of the day... Never would have whooped us. ;-) Neighbor dad? Not so much, he gave brother's friend a traditional conservative azz-whooping. Needless to say neighbors divorced a few years later and left. Us... I am staying in the exact same house I was raised in for this past and upcoming week, taking care of my elderly father back home in S.Cheektowaga/W.Seneca while my brother, his primary caregiver, gets a respite/vacation. Boy, that's a run on sentence I'd have to say. ;-) :-) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dean Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 Im dead serious! If we are ever in the same place at the same time, with enough adult beverages, Ill tell the tale of the night we were going to Mr Somethingorothers house in his parents stolen/borrowed Caddy. I went to St Joes, and didnt recognize the name of the Williamsville North Principal. I just knew we had a destination. Cases of beer were involved. It took hours to get the car out of the drainage ditch as the rain set in along the side of his house! Trashed his yard but the concrete sewer access caught the undercarriage. Bernies was a giant ooaf who fell forward on the horn when the car went nose down on the ditch on the far side of the corner lot. He just kept falling forward on the horn as gravity defeated his giant arse over and over. Its 2:00am! Get off the friggin horn!!! It gets better from there..... Getting out was a hoot! Sounds almost like we grew up together. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Augie Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 (edited) Sounds almost like we grew up together. I told the full story with wine one night while out to dinner with an attorney who got my wife the job that changed our lives. He was litterally crying, using his napkins to wipe away tears. Its like pool or darts, you have to be at your OAL (Optimal Alcohol Level) to do it right. He asked for an encore another night, and I just wasnt up to it. But Id love to know the Bernie outcome! Another time, about a month before I moved in, Bernie was driving a bunch of neighborhood kids around in his mom’s Nova (despite being 15). They turned off the main road and started flying down an old dirt road, loving all the dust it was kicking up. A little too much looking back at the dust led to failure to see the ditch up ahead. When he walked back to the house after totaling the car, he said “Mom, it was my fault. I was going 90 mph. If I was going 100 mph I would have cleared the damn ditch!” I could actually create a Bernie thread....... Edited October 29, 2017 by Augie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dean Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 I told the full story with wine one night while out to dinner with an attorney who got my wife the job that changed our lives. He was litterally crying, using his napkins to wipe away tears. Its like pool or darts, you have to be at your OAL (Optimal Alcohol Level) to do it right. He asked for an encore another night, and I just wasnt up to it. But Id love to know the Bernie outcome! Another time, about a month before I moved in, Bernie was driving a bunch of neighborhood kids around in his mom’s Nova (despite being 15). They turned off the main road and started flying down an old dirt road, loving all the dust it was kicking up. A little too much looking back at the dust led to failure to see the ditch up ahead. When he walked back to the house after totaling the car, he said “Mom, it was my fault. I was going 90 mph. If I was going 100 mph I would have cleared the damn ditch!” I could actually create a Bernie thread....... Fabulous! I have a couple of those stories myself. Someday I'll tell you about the car, I accidently stole, while blind drunk. Bottom line: Got home safely and returned the car to its rightful owner the next day, with no consequences. I mean, how in the hell will I ever learn? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Augie Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 Fabulous! I have a couple of those stories myself. Someday I'll tell you about the car, I accidently stole, while blind drunk. Bottom line: Got home safely and returned the car to its rightful owner the next day, with no consequences. I mean, how in the hell will I ever learn? “Accidental” theft is just an accident... stuff happens. I guess. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dean Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 “Accidental” theft is just an accident... stuff happens. I guess. The " accidental" part was a pretty easy sell, when they saw my car key started their car. Convincing the cop I wasn't completely blasted when it happened took a little more finesse. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ExiledInIllinois Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 Fabulous! I have a couple of those stories myself. Someday I'll tell you about the car, I accidently stole, while blind drunk. Bottom line: Got home safely and returned the car to its rightful owner the next day, with no consequences. I mean, how in the hell will I ever learn? What year did it happen in? And please don't say 2017. ;-) Accidental theft is just an accident... stuff happens. I guess. Have You been watching too much? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dean Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 What year did it happen in? And please don't say 2017. ;-) Have You been watching too much? My best guess on the year is 1978, give or take a year. Love Bob's little trees and bushes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Augie Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 The " accidental" part was a pretty easy sell, when they saw my car key started their car. Convincing the cop I wasn't completely blasted when it happened took a little more finesse. Falling short of “completely blasted” doesn’t go over well these days. I miss the old days in many ways..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dean Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 Falling short of “completely blasted” doesn’t go over well these days. I miss the old days in many ways..... Indeed. There were many instances where my friends were caught sleeping at red lights, or other similar horrible things, and were simply escorted home, asked to call a friend to take them home, etc. Given a complete drunk is in charge of a 3,000 lb moving vehicle, that may not have been the best way to handle the situation. OTOH, now you can be just sitting at a red light and some idiot smashes into you---if you blow a .08 it's your ass that;s in trouble. There HAS to be some middle ground. I'm proud to say, I've only been breathalyzed once (after acing the field sobriety test). I blew a .03 --"I guess you were telling me the truth" was the officer's response". I still had to spend the night in jail (the one and only time) because the rookie trooper had a hair up his ass. Hard for me to complain, given how much crap I got away with. I was close to 50, when this happened. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ExiledInIllinois Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 (edited) Falling short of completely blasted doesnt go over well these days. I miss the old days in many ways.....You can say that again!!! Back in 1970... My father smashing into parked cars along Broadway in Sloan. A cop buddy told him to go home because they were looking for him. He didn't quite make it home. You know those big poplar trees along the tracks on Broadway @ Halstead back in the day? Yep, a pesky one got in the way! Him and the new model 1970 Ford Maverick didn't fair so well. Thank God it wasn't a hardwood oak like Lynard Skynard sang about! For a hardwood, poplar produces "softer" hardwood. ;-) Times they sure have changed! Edited October 29, 2017 by ExiledInIllinois Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boyst Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 Augie and the dean need a room Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Chef Jim Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 You can say that again!!! Back in 1970... My father smashing into parked cars along Broadway in Sloan. A cop buddy told him to go home because they were looking for him. He didn't quite make it home. You know those big poplar trees along the tracks on Broadway @ Halstead back in the day? Yep, a pesky one got in the way! Him and the new model 1970 Ford Maverick didn't fair so well. Thank God it wasn't a hardwood oak like Lynard Skynard sang about! For a hardwood, poplar produces "softer" hardwood. ;-) Times they sure have changed! Seriously?? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Dean Posted October 29, 2017 Share Posted October 29, 2017 Augie and the dean need a room With a bar. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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