This happened almost 10 years ago....but hey, telling the story amuses me so 
OK....I had recently finished a few "subtle" mods on my '87 442 and I was driving home one night. It was a little after 11pm or so and the 4 lane road I was on was all but deserted. I'm stopped at a traffic light, with the intention of pulling into a gas station up on the left about 100yds after the intersection. The light drops and I slowly cross the intersection, slowing to almost a stop as I come up to the gas station....which turns out to be closed.
As I begin to accelerate (slowly, mind you), I notice a late '80s Olds Cutlass Calais pacing me in the lane next to me. Not a problem....except that my lane ends about 1/4 mile down the road. Now, we're only doing about 20mph, so I accelerate a bit more. The Calais still plants himself beside me, matching my speed.
OK....we ain't gonna play this game! I downshift, chirp second and absolutely explode past "Mr.Calais"! As I pass him, I rack it over into his lane and stand on the gas, the needle rapidly climbing to triple didgets!
I look in the rear view mirror to laugh at "Mr.Calais"....and notice the Cutlass is now sporting red strobe lights in the grille!!!
"Mr.Calais" is actually "OFFICER Calais"! (a friggin' Cutlass Calais! What kind of sick joke is that???).
Well......thought it over for a few (as I let off the gas).....do I pull over or run-like-hell??? On the plus side, I could pull off on to a side road and disappear into the night! Back roads (that I know like the back of my hand), plus an F-41 suspention package would all but assure I'd simply disappear into the night! On the other hand.....running from the cops is typically the biggest mistake one can make. Did he get my tag number? Does he recognise the car? (not too many Grey/silver Olds 442's running around). So...................I pull over, turn on my interior lights, put my windows down, keep my hands up in plain sight and patiently wait for the Calais-driving officer.
A detective in a bad suit aproaches my window, flashes a gold badge and "Let me see your f^@kin' licence!!!" were the first words out of his mouth! (never a good sign when the officer's first sentence contains the "f" word!). As I hand my licence over, I say "I'm sorry officer....I didn't realise you were a cop back there".
"Everyone ELSE back there knew I was a cop!" (everyone else??? I thought we were pretty much alone on the road....but hey! who am I to argue???). Then he says to me "ya know...you made me look like an a$$ back there!" (now...what do you say to somthing like that??? In my humble oppinion, he made himself look like an a$$, but I certainly wasn't gonna' tell him that!
So....after a rather uncomfortable silence, he looks down at my licence and snaps "Where the f^@k is Pine Hollow Lane???" As I begin to describe the street, he flings my licence across me, bounces it off my center console, lands it on the passenger floorboard and says "Slow this f^@kin' thing down!", walks back to his still smoking Calais and drives off!
Lesson learned......never embarrass a cop driving a fleet-owned piece of crap! It seems to piss 'em off a tad!
OK....I had recently finished a few "subtle" mods on my '87 442 and I was driving home one night. It was a little after 11pm or so and the 4 lane road I was on was all but deserted. I'm stopped at a traffic light, with the intention of pulling into a gas station up on the left about 100yds after the intersection. The light drops and I slowly cross the intersection, slowing to almost a stop as I come up to the gas station....which turns out to be closed.
As I begin to accelerate (slowly, mind you), I notice a late '80s Olds Cutlass Calais pacing me in the lane next to me. Not a problem....except that my lane ends about 1/4 mile down the road. Now, we're only doing about 20mph, so I accelerate a bit more. The Calais still plants himself beside me, matching my speed.
OK....we ain't gonna play this game! I downshift, chirp second and absolutely explode past "Mr.Calais"! As I pass him, I rack it over into his lane and stand on the gas, the needle rapidly climbing to triple didgets!
I look in the rear view mirror to laugh at "Mr.Calais"....and notice the Cutlass is now sporting red strobe lights in the grille!!!
"Mr.Calais" is actually "OFFICER Calais"! (a friggin' Cutlass Calais! What kind of sick joke is that???).Well......thought it over for a few (as I let off the gas).....do I pull over or run-like-hell??? On the plus side, I could pull off on to a side road and disappear into the night! Back roads (that I know like the back of my hand), plus an F-41 suspention package would all but assure I'd simply disappear into the night! On the other hand.....running from the cops is typically the biggest mistake one can make. Did he get my tag number? Does he recognise the car? (not too many Grey/silver Olds 442's running around). So...................I pull over, turn on my interior lights, put my windows down, keep my hands up in plain sight and patiently wait for the Calais-driving officer.
A detective in a bad suit aproaches my window, flashes a gold badge and "Let me see your f^@kin' licence!!!" were the first words out of his mouth! (never a good sign when the officer's first sentence contains the "f" word!). As I hand my licence over, I say "I'm sorry officer....I didn't realise you were a cop back there".
"Everyone ELSE back there knew I was a cop!" (everyone else??? I thought we were pretty much alone on the road....but hey! who am I to argue???). Then he says to me "ya know...you made me look like an a$$ back there!" (now...what do you say to somthing like that??? In my humble oppinion, he made himself look like an a$$, but I certainly wasn't gonna' tell him that!
So....after a rather uncomfortable silence, he looks down at my licence and snaps "Where the f^@k is Pine Hollow Lane???" As I begin to describe the street, he flings my licence across me, bounces it off my center console, lands it on the passenger floorboard and says "Slow this f^@kin' thing down!", walks back to his still smoking Calais and drives off!
Lesson learned......never embarrass a cop driving a fleet-owned piece of crap! It seems to piss 'em off a tad!
