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Sat Feb 26, 2005 6:18 am
Damn B, I got a ticket for 80 in a 65 on the infamous PA Turnpike coming out to pick up a certain 240. It too was a pack of traffic, and apparently I was the only one with an out of state plate. I had been passed by both a bluehair AND a Baptist church bus at that speed, but I got the ticket...
Last summer I got pulled over in a red, V6 CTS for "unsafe movement". I was looking for my turn at night on a rural road, put on my turn signal, realized it wasn't my turn, canceled the signal and went straight. Cop pulled me over and had me do the roadside gymnastics (field sobriety test) which I promptly passed but still had to do the Breathalyzer. I was ticketed for the alleged "unsafe movement" but am currently in the extortion, I mean, the deferral period for about another month or so.
One morning that could have been a real incident, but wasn't happened last April. I haven't told too many people about this for fear of repercussions, but I think enough time has passed that I'm good. I was on my way on a Saturday morning to Putnam Park near Putnamville, Indiana for a BMW driving school. I hit the on-ramp to I465 around Indy and was at about 2/3 throttle when I merged. The rush of power was intoxicating and because of this I was not able to come off of the gas like I usually do.
I didn't see the trooper in my rearview mirror with his lights blazing and sirens screaming until I was about a mile out from the next exit. In that moment, I had to make a decision and I made it. I put the pedal to the floor and focused on the road ahead as I moved into the center lane and put the traffic behind me between myself and the trooper so he couldn't see what I was doing (he was probably a mile or more behind me). I don't have any idea how fast I was going when I hit the off-ramp, but I do know that I was at 105 when I dropped the hammer a mile out.
As I utilized the rather large brakes on this particular car, I was scanning the area for other officers and fortunately there were none. I was able to double back and hide behind a building by the time the trooper raced by. I had to lay low for a few, but escaped with everything, including my record, intact.
This was the second most intense experience of my life and I don't recommend it to anyone, nor would I want to repeat it (EVER). I'm sure there was something more intense, but I can't think of what it would be . Oh yeah, the car was a black 2004 CTS-V...