oh yeah.. this was actually written friday, but..
so last night was another cool show at babylon. ended up drunkasfuck afterwards and we had the retarded idea to hit 7-11 on magnolia/jurupa for some beer on the way home. it was well after 2am (i know, i know..) so we got totally denied, but it's cool. on the way out we were being stupid and loud as a five-oh pulled in and got out to go in.
see, i have expired tags (they're in the mail, i swear), a tail-light out, we had DUI written all over us and the cop was eyeballing us as we pulled out onto jurupa. i had my eye on him too to see if he made a move because i know we looked shady, so when i saw him head back to get into his car i had to think fast.
i knew i had a good head start on him since i was already on jurupa and he was still not even seated and also that i had a long straight away on jurupa and that i had the perfect opportunity to pull off on a side street the perfect moment his view would be obscured by the turn and my buddy was already saying "go" so i fucking stomped on it.
jolene is fast, man. i'm not a car guy or any kind of gear-head, but my baby burns. i was sure i had it going into the turn, but a fucking SPLIT second before i turned off onto the side street i saw that fuckers headlights and knew he made me. i pulled into the parking lot of the apt's and got out all non-chalant.
it was the whole deal, lights, yelling, everything. we're sitting on the curb as he runs my shit. my shit came up current but he still hit me up about my tags just to try to rattle me. i knew my shit was clean. searched my truck, on parole? no. all that shit. the only thing he DIDN'T ask though, was "have you been drinking?"
that's the thing that really kills me about the whole deal. he knew we were drunk and he knew i was evading even though i half-assedly lied about it. but that's just it. it wasn't about the drunk driving, or the registration, or the evading or anything. this motherfucker just wanted to race!
those crown victorias are stacked, man. again, i'm not a car guy, but those cars have big, huge, hairy, vein-laden balls under the hood. he was able to get into his car, fire it up, back out of his parking spot and turn left onto jurupa AFTER i had already gunned it and motherfucker still caught me. it was close, but it shouldn't have been. if i didn't have my tool box full of shit in back and 220lb's of homeboy riding shotgun, i probably would have made it, but oh well.
anyway, we wrecked some monster tacos and i went home and crashed out a free man.
see, i have expired tags (they're in the mail, i swear), a tail-light out, we had DUI written all over us and the cop was eyeballing us as we pulled out onto jurupa. i had my eye on him too to see if he made a move because i know we looked shady, so when i saw him head back to get into his car i had to think fast.
i knew i had a good head start on him since i was already on jurupa and he was still not even seated and also that i had a long straight away on jurupa and that i had the perfect opportunity to pull off on a side street the perfect moment his view would be obscured by the turn and my buddy was already saying "go" so i fucking stomped on it.
jolene is fast, man. i'm not a car guy or any kind of gear-head, but my baby burns. i was sure i had it going into the turn, but a fucking SPLIT second before i turned off onto the side street i saw that fuckers headlights and knew he made me. i pulled into the parking lot of the apt's and got out all non-chalant.
it was the whole deal, lights, yelling, everything. we're sitting on the curb as he runs my shit. my shit came up current but he still hit me up about my tags just to try to rattle me. i knew my shit was clean. searched my truck, on parole? no. all that shit. the only thing he DIDN'T ask though, was "have you been drinking?"
that's the thing that really kills me about the whole deal. he knew we were drunk and he knew i was evading even though i half-assedly lied about it. but that's just it. it wasn't about the drunk driving, or the registration, or the evading or anything. this motherfucker just wanted to race!
those crown victorias are stacked, man. again, i'm not a car guy, but those cars have big, huge, hairy, vein-laden balls under the hood. he was able to get into his car, fire it up, back out of his parking spot and turn left onto jurupa AFTER i had already gunned it and motherfucker still caught me. it was close, but it shouldn't have been. if i didn't have my tool box full of shit in back and 220lb's of homeboy riding shotgun, i probably would have made it, but oh well.
anyway, we wrecked some monster tacos and i went home and crashed out a free man.