As I looked down the side street I was passing I caught sight of what I was afraid of. Before I explain what happened next let me give you a little background information. I was still in high school and had purchased a Mustang like my best friend had, just a different color. I drove it like the way it was meant to be driven, just not as such on open roads with other drivers. I was on my way to my best friend’s house when the event above took place and as I’m sure you deduced, what I saw was a police car. I glanced down to see I was doing well over the speed limit and made the not so bright decision to take what little lead I had and see what I could do with it. “If I can just get to my friend’s house and get out of the car before they see who is driving”, I thought to myself. These are the kind of irrational thoughts high school kids driving Mustangs have.
I dropped it into third and punched it rounding the corner into the subdivision my friend lived in as I saw the police car pulling out of the side street and heading in my direction. I took two more turns, looking back each time to see if I could catch sight of my pursuer. As I screeched to a halt in front of my friend’s house and jumped out, the police car turned the corner. I was half way up the front yard when the policeman pulled up behind my car, rolled his window down, and ordered me over.
What came next was the rundown of offences. As he was rattling them off I was doing the math in my head of how many points this would amount to on my license and it wasn’t good. “You were speeding, you went left of center to turn into the subdivision, you sped through a residential area, and you failed to use your turn signal.”
About this time, Mr. Gronek, my best friend’s dad, made his way out of the house and walked toward the police car. “Is there a problem?” he asked. The officer asked him if he was my father to which he responded, “no, but I will still kick his butt”. The policeman made the suggestion that might not be such a bad idea and drove off.
I will always remember that day and be grateful to my best friend’s dad for saving a young and dumb kid from his ignorant ways.
Thanks Tom (if I may call you that sir)
I dropped it into third and punched it rounding the corner into the subdivision my friend lived in as I saw the police car pulling out of the side street and heading in my direction. I took two more turns, looking back each time to see if I could catch sight of my pursuer. As I screeched to a halt in front of my friend’s house and jumped out, the police car turned the corner. I was half way up the front yard when the policeman pulled up behind my car, rolled his window down, and ordered me over.
What came next was the rundown of offences. As he was rattling them off I was doing the math in my head of how many points this would amount to on my license and it wasn’t good. “You were speeding, you went left of center to turn into the subdivision, you sped through a residential area, and you failed to use your turn signal.”
About this time, Mr. Gronek, my best friend’s dad, made his way out of the house and walked toward the police car. “Is there a problem?” he asked. The officer asked him if he was my father to which he responded, “no, but I will still kick his butt”. The policeman made the suggestion that might not be such a bad idea and drove off.
I will always remember that day and be grateful to my best friend’s dad for saving a young and dumb kid from his ignorant ways.
Thanks Tom (if I may call you that sir)
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