Calling all cars...
Its time for an update.
Much has transpired in the last several weeks. I am not sure where to begin, so let me start this off with another story of one of my delightful late night run-ins with the local authorities.
Being stopped 3 times in a matter of 2 weeks is quite a challenge to the young male. Many fold to the hostile nature of these confrontations, but it takes a brave soul, with nerves of steel and a good head on his shoulders to evade and escape these confrontations unscathed. Can such a hero be found amongst this vast sea of trembling ninnys? Can any man stare into the eyes of the law in times like these? Won't anybody stand up to the vast injustices of The Man??
Don't worry. David Vickers is on the mutha*****.
So I'm cruisin with my 2 of my pals, and I've just thrown on my Kumho's on the front with my lovely Riken mesh wheels. Man those wheels are the sex. Anyway, we cruise by this industrial area, and I decide that this is a grand time to try out if those front tires are just as good as I remember them. So I throw the car into a few crappy slides, (there's people in my car and its in the dry.. Cut me some slack!) But it appears that I have played here just a bit too long, because I notice a nice cop car slinking up on my ace. Sweet. My friends get really quiet, I can tell this doesn't happen to them very often.. So I'm thinking Well this is just awesome. Buut things went well last week, I'm pretty sure I can handle this..
Then I spring into action.
The cop walks up to my door and shines his light in my eyes and asks in a very sharp tone of voice that I didn't appreciate; "Do you have some kind of retarded problem??" I calmly reply "No sir." This time I have my registration and insurance info ready for him, and I hand it over kindly. Then he proceeds to tell me that I'm driving like a jackass. After a few awkward silences he tells me to step out of the car. I did not anticipate this move! How forward of him! What kind of game will this man play? Does he know who I am? Either way I comply as he tells me to stand in a particular spot on the pavement facing the cruiser with my hands out of my pockets. As short cop goes back to the cruiser, grizzly white cop asks me what is on my shirt. I look down and realize that, in fact, nothing is on my shirt, except for the font on the front. OMG The Early November it reads. "It's a band, officer." I reply. "Oh. Alright then." He retreats back to the cruiser with his friend and I am now left in the cold. Just for fun they decide to shine their lovely side mirror mounted searchlight in my face as I stand there at attention. I don't even blink, and I definately don't even fart. After what seems like forever they get out of the car and short cop gives me a lecture on how I'm going to flip my car and kill my friends, and how that was a demonstration of the most reckless driving he has ever seen. Then comes the words that I've waited to hear.
"The only reason why I'm letting you off is because...."
Success! I once again have stared The Man in the face and escape victorious! My clean record stands!
After standing his lecture I get back in the car and my friends ask me what the damage is. "Nothing. I'm good guys" I calmly reply. They then proceed to regail me with praises of "Dude! You're a tank!" "Whoa man! Thats tank life!" "OMG friggin' JDM!!" etc. I try not to let it get to my head as I grip the wheel tightly to hide the fact that my hands are shaking...
And that, as they say, was that.
-Dave
Much has transpired in the last several weeks. I am not sure where to begin, so let me start this off with another story of one of my delightful late night run-ins with the local authorities.
Being stopped 3 times in a matter of 2 weeks is quite a challenge to the young male. Many fold to the hostile nature of these confrontations, but it takes a brave soul, with nerves of steel and a good head on his shoulders to evade and escape these confrontations unscathed. Can such a hero be found amongst this vast sea of trembling ninnys? Can any man stare into the eyes of the law in times like these? Won't anybody stand up to the vast injustices of The Man??
Don't worry. David Vickers is on the mutha*****.
So I'm cruisin with my 2 of my pals, and I've just thrown on my Kumho's on the front with my lovely Riken mesh wheels. Man those wheels are the sex. Anyway, we cruise by this industrial area, and I decide that this is a grand time to try out if those front tires are just as good as I remember them. So I throw the car into a few crappy slides, (there's people in my car and its in the dry.. Cut me some slack!) But it appears that I have played here just a bit too long, because I notice a nice cop car slinking up on my ace. Sweet. My friends get really quiet, I can tell this doesn't happen to them very often.. So I'm thinking Well this is just awesome. Buut things went well last week, I'm pretty sure I can handle this..
Then I spring into action.
The cop walks up to my door and shines his light in my eyes and asks in a very sharp tone of voice that I didn't appreciate; "Do you have some kind of retarded problem??" I calmly reply "No sir." This time I have my registration and insurance info ready for him, and I hand it over kindly. Then he proceeds to tell me that I'm driving like a jackass. After a few awkward silences he tells me to step out of the car. I did not anticipate this move! How forward of him! What kind of game will this man play? Does he know who I am? Either way I comply as he tells me to stand in a particular spot on the pavement facing the cruiser with my hands out of my pockets. As short cop goes back to the cruiser, grizzly white cop asks me what is on my shirt. I look down and realize that, in fact, nothing is on my shirt, except for the font on the front. OMG The Early November it reads. "It's a band, officer." I reply. "Oh. Alright then." He retreats back to the cruiser with his friend and I am now left in the cold. Just for fun they decide to shine their lovely side mirror mounted searchlight in my face as I stand there at attention. I don't even blink, and I definately don't even fart. After what seems like forever they get out of the car and short cop gives me a lecture on how I'm going to flip my car and kill my friends, and how that was a demonstration of the most reckless driving he has ever seen. Then comes the words that I've waited to hear.
"The only reason why I'm letting you off is because...."
Success! I once again have stared The Man in the face and escape victorious! My clean record stands!
After standing his lecture I get back in the car and my friends ask me what the damage is. "Nothing. I'm good guys" I calmly reply. They then proceed to regail me with praises of "Dude! You're a tank!" "Whoa man! Thats tank life!" "OMG friggin' JDM!!" etc. I try not to let it get to my head as I grip the wheel tightly to hide the fact that my hands are shaking...
And that, as they say, was that.
-Dave