Nice warm day, had my friend with me in the car, out playing with Uncle Kenneth's Boost.
Driving south on 185th, approaching the Hwy 26 Westbound entrance. I decide that the on-ramp to 26 would make the perfect runway for Uncle Kenneth. I round that corner in second and just roll the gas pedal as far down to the carpet as I can without blowing the rear tires up in smoke. I go from 20 to 70 in what feels like less than 200 feet.
This is one of my favorite on ramps because it is really flat and really straight, plus there is a huge concrete wall on the right and another on the left, Uncle Kenneth really screams in this cooridor. Well long story short, as I remove my eyes from the two huge black patches on the on ramp, I look up to see a motorcycle cop! He was sitting on the left hand side of the on ramp about 200 feet from the entrance. He was leaning over his bike shooting radar at cars coming under the bridge, headed to the coast.
As soon as I see him, he has literally jumped about a foot in the air because I scared the living crap out of him with all the noise. He lands on the ground and quickly radars me doing 70. I only got to the top of 2nd and I had let off. I watched him franticly jump on his bike and we then pulled over immedietly.
He pulls up behind us, quickly comes up to the car and here is what went down:
I hit you doing 70 in a 55 and that was after you started slowing down.
What were you doing?
Well sir, I don't have a good explanation for you. I rolled on it in second and let off, planning to coast onto the freeway.
License registration and insurance please.
I hand him my concealed carry as well so he doesn't poop his pants when he goes back to his bike. (this scored major points)
He writes for a while and comes back. I'm giving you a ticket for 70 in a 55 on the on ramp. Can't say I have ever given a ticket to someone on the on ramp before. I'm going to ignore the rubber you left all over the on ramp, the improperly mounted front license plate, that so called exhaust you have, the reckless driving and wasting of a finite resource.
Thanks sir.
He rambles on about how and where I go to court or where I mail the money in. Then he says "I have never heard a sound like that come from a car, what kind of turbo do you have on this thing?" I tell him it's blown and he shakes his head. He looks around my car for a second, pokes his head inside and says "sweet ride, I've never heard or seen anything like this, I can't wait to tell the boys this".
So, I laughed my ass off the entire time, he was very cool, but the look on his face when I boosted by him at WOT was priceless. He literally spelled out my license plate "see if I luz", I think to let me know he knew what it meant. But, it does in fact state on ramp on it, I'm gonna frame this one.
Driving south on 185th, approaching the Hwy 26 Westbound entrance. I decide that the on-ramp to 26 would make the perfect runway for Uncle Kenneth. I round that corner in second and just roll the gas pedal as far down to the carpet as I can without blowing the rear tires up in smoke. I go from 20 to 70 in what feels like less than 200 feet.
This is one of my favorite on ramps because it is really flat and really straight, plus there is a huge concrete wall on the right and another on the left, Uncle Kenneth really screams in this cooridor. Well long story short, as I remove my eyes from the two huge black patches on the on ramp, I look up to see a motorcycle cop! He was sitting on the left hand side of the on ramp about 200 feet from the entrance. He was leaning over his bike shooting radar at cars coming under the bridge, headed to the coast.
As soon as I see him, he has literally jumped about a foot in the air because I scared the living crap out of him with all the noise. He lands on the ground and quickly radars me doing 70. I only got to the top of 2nd and I had let off. I watched him franticly jump on his bike and we then pulled over immedietly.
He pulls up behind us, quickly comes up to the car and here is what went down:
I hit you doing 70 in a 55 and that was after you started slowing down.
What were you doing?
Well sir, I don't have a good explanation for you. I rolled on it in second and let off, planning to coast onto the freeway.
License registration and insurance please.
I hand him my concealed carry as well so he doesn't poop his pants when he goes back to his bike. (this scored major points)
He writes for a while and comes back. I'm giving you a ticket for 70 in a 55 on the on ramp. Can't say I have ever given a ticket to someone on the on ramp before. I'm going to ignore the rubber you left all over the on ramp, the improperly mounted front license plate, that so called exhaust you have, the reckless driving and wasting of a finite resource.
Thanks sir.
He rambles on about how and where I go to court or where I mail the money in. Then he says "I have never heard a sound like that come from a car, what kind of turbo do you have on this thing?" I tell him it's blown and he shakes his head. He looks around my car for a second, pokes his head inside and says "sweet ride, I've never heard or seen anything like this, I can't wait to tell the boys this".
So, I laughed my ass off the entire time, he was very cool, but the look on his face when I boosted by him at WOT was priceless. He literally spelled out my license plate "see if I luz", I think to let me know he knew what it meant. But, it does in fact state on ramp on it, I'm gonna frame this one.
im going to court on that one.Then on the way to the car show I decided to race a black porsche ,and did a 3rd gear pull and thats exactly what I did ..pulled away and also pulled way from a unmarked cop car... he pulled me over and the porsche for expedition of speed and wreckless endangerment and said I was under arrest....anyway to make a long story short ..he got called to accident and let me go...no ticket...did I get lucky or what, knock on wood, 
"NOTE" This story was for entertainment purposes only and was not factual.All racing should be done at the track. 
