Another Close Call... Another Drift Spot Killed.
Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2004 2:41 pm
Adam, Scott, & myself went out last night for some super-drift action in an undisclosed industrial area. It was a place we had been before, and one that Scott & Adam had been every day since last Thursday. It's very secluded, near some train tracks (the trains provide a nice noise cushion). It was an offset figure eight of sorts, that's very tight, and very technical.
We drifted for a bit, and began to draw a crowd. People had come out of on building, and were cheering us on! Trains were stopping & giving us the thumbs up... train workers were coming out of the bushes... it was funny!
Adam took off down the street to cool his car a li'l bit... and soon thereafter, Scott and I were standing there chatting it up, when three cars came flying into the culdesac (lights off, btw).
*XXXX county police.
Three more cars came in... followed by another three... a few more came in soon behind. There were about 10-13 patrol cars surrounding us.
They started in on the "street racing" bit again. Said they had witnesses that we were racing. God it gets redundant trying to explain to these people that we ARE NOT street racers. They wanted to know who was racing side-by-side. We told them we were sliding side-to-side... not racing side-by-side.
One cop (our age) started in on us saying "You're 25 years old... and you thought it would be fun to come out here and do DONUTS???" Scott and I kinda looked at each other like it was a trick question, and replied: "Well... ... yeah". He looked stunned, and said "I think that's just STUPID!" I really wanted to tell him I thought his haircut was stupid... but I refrained, and assured him that his opinion was a valid one at that.
They ran our licenses, at which point they began going through Scott's car (w/o permission). Scott had to explain that he worked for Mazda and that's why his car looks the way it does. One cop started asking him "Where his NOS hookup was" while holding a digital air pressure gauge. Man, idiots are entertaining.
The one female cop had the most attitude, saying that what we're doing is reckless driving, and that's just as bad as street racing. We tried to explain that we think street racing is lame, and that we thought this was a safe place, because it was in the middle of nowhere... but they never want to hear what you have to say.
Anyway... long story short... I knew we were in no trouble from the get-go ... because we were standing in a culdesac when they pulled in... so I knew as long as our names came back clean we'd be good to go. Sure enough... we were.
They tried to tell us that we admitted to what we were doing, and they could take us in (BS)... but they didn't see us, so they'd let us go. We told them that we've got nothing to hide, and we're only being honest about why we're out there.
More patrol cars had trickled in when we left. There were so many that I could barely get out. It looked like a Police cookout or something. We met back up with Adam at QT and laughed about the whole thing. I still can't beleive that he left to cool his car when he did. He said he pulled into a business to turn around, and saw all those cops swarming in. He was sure we were phucked.
Alas... another chapter is written in the book of keeping it real on the streets, and getting away with it when you know you can.
DriftMechaniks fo' lyfe, yo. Reckognyze.
We drifted for a bit, and began to draw a crowd. People had come out of on building, and were cheering us on! Trains were stopping & giving us the thumbs up... train workers were coming out of the bushes... it was funny!
Adam took off down the street to cool his car a li'l bit... and soon thereafter, Scott and I were standing there chatting it up, when three cars came flying into the culdesac (lights off, btw).
*XXXX county police.
Three more cars came in... followed by another three... a few more came in soon behind. There were about 10-13 patrol cars surrounding us.
They started in on the "street racing" bit again. Said they had witnesses that we were racing. God it gets redundant trying to explain to these people that we ARE NOT street racers. They wanted to know who was racing side-by-side. We told them we were sliding side-to-side... not racing side-by-side.
One cop (our age) started in on us saying "You're 25 years old... and you thought it would be fun to come out here and do DONUTS???" Scott and I kinda looked at each other like it was a trick question, and replied: "Well... ... yeah". He looked stunned, and said "I think that's just STUPID!" I really wanted to tell him I thought his haircut was stupid... but I refrained, and assured him that his opinion was a valid one at that.
They ran our licenses, at which point they began going through Scott's car (w/o permission). Scott had to explain that he worked for Mazda and that's why his car looks the way it does. One cop started asking him "Where his NOS hookup was" while holding a digital air pressure gauge. Man, idiots are entertaining.
The one female cop had the most attitude, saying that what we're doing is reckless driving, and that's just as bad as street racing. We tried to explain that we think street racing is lame, and that we thought this was a safe place, because it was in the middle of nowhere... but they never want to hear what you have to say.
Anyway... long story short... I knew we were in no trouble from the get-go ... because we were standing in a culdesac when they pulled in... so I knew as long as our names came back clean we'd be good to go. Sure enough... we were.
They tried to tell us that we admitted to what we were doing, and they could take us in (BS)... but they didn't see us, so they'd let us go. We told them that we've got nothing to hide, and we're only being honest about why we're out there.
More patrol cars had trickled in when we left. There were so many that I could barely get out. It looked like a Police cookout or something. We met back up with Adam at QT and laughed about the whole thing. I still can't beleive that he left to cool his car when he did. He said he pulled into a business to turn around, and saw all those cops swarming in. He was sure we were phucked.
Alas... another chapter is written in the book of keeping it real on the streets, and getting away with it when you know you can.
DriftMechaniks fo' lyfe, yo. Reckognyze.
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sounds like some kind of daydream or something, awesome~!
