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yeah I hate when shit like that happens...a lot of times funeral processions will get me...I'll just be chilling and all of a sudden see cops and SUVs and Cadillacs and shit going by my house like 5mph. Really scared me the first time...thought the cops were like looking for a place to park or something. Fuckers.
One time about 6-8 years ago I was heading down to the coast for this job on an island I had just landed...unfortunately I had like 20 dollars to my name, and a piece of crap car with expired or suspended registration and no insurance....cracked windhield, no inspection sticker, broken muffler, it was bad.
I was living in the city at the time, and decided to make my move in the middle of the night during the week. I ran out and of course first wrapped something around the exhaust as to fix the many holes...and headed out. I got about 30 miles away, half way to my destination, on the freeway, and all of a sudden I look in the rearview and see a cop with his lights on coming up behind me. I start panicking and slow down...he keeps coming...all of a sudden at the last minute he changes into the passing lane and goes around me and onto the next exit. Turns out that was my exit too. As I pull off the ramp and into this town, I'm at this rotary with no business open or cars about, and the cop is idling on the other side of the rotary. I just drove like 10mph and prayed to God he didn't follow me.
I got to the destination at like 4am, and slept until 8. The job was great, until I failed a drug test a week later and drove that very same piece of shit back up to the city with $100 to my name. Then I lived in my car for a few weeks. Sleeping in your car sucks. You feel like the ultimate bum.
One time about 6-8 years ago I was heading down to the coast for this job on an island I had just landed...unfortunately I had like 20 dollars to my name, and a piece of crap car with expired or suspended registration and no insurance....cracked windhield, no inspection sticker, broken muffler, it was bad.
I was living in the city at the time, and decided to make my move in the middle of the night during the week. I ran out and of course first wrapped something around the exhaust as to fix the many holes...and headed out. I got about 30 miles away, half way to my destination, on the freeway, and all of a sudden I look in the rearview and see a cop with his lights on coming up behind me. I start panicking and slow down...he keeps coming...all of a sudden at the last minute he changes into the passing lane and goes around me and onto the next exit. Turns out that was my exit too. As I pull off the ramp and into this town, I'm at this rotary with no business open or cars about, and the cop is idling on the other side of the rotary. I just drove like 10mph and prayed to God he didn't follow me.
I got to the destination at like 4am, and slept until 8. The job was great, until I failed a drug test a week later and drove that very same piece of shit back up to the city with $100 to my name. Then I lived in my car for a few weeks. Sleeping in your car sucks. You feel like the ultimate bum.