Last night, I decided to take the GN to this bar/restaurant to get some really good hot wings. As I'm pulling into the parking lot, I quickly catch the attention of two motorcycle cops that are about to leave. As I go past them, it was like they were watching a ball at a tennis match -- no doubt whatsoever where their focus was at. So I camly park 2 spots away. As I get out, and hear one say something about a Grand National. So I ask, "What was that?" And then one explains that several years ago, they were on the east side of valley (Las Vegas) and this GN owner apparently had a police radio. They were trying to catch the guy, when suddenly they hear across their radio, "Look, we're driving a Grand National, You'll NEVER catch us!" (and apparently the GN got away). I assured them it wasn't me.
Oh what I reputation....
Oh what I reputation....
