This happened maybe 9 months ago, but i've just now calmed down enough to post it.
I was coming down Newport Coast drive towards the ocean mid afternoon on a weekday and playing a bit with a silver SL55. He ends up behind me at PCH. Lookin in the rear view mirror I see he's a well dressed, older (60's) guy with dark sunglasses.. and he's smiling, probably thinking he's about to skool this rustang-driving guy half his age.
We're getting ready to turn left on one of the most perfect stretchs of PCH- newly paved, 3 lanes each side, at least 2 unused lanes in the middle, nothing on either side and virtually NO traffic. I make sure the TC is off, check the Valentine and wait..
Light goes green (we're the last lane to go; everyone in front of us is long gone). As I straighten out in the center lane I nail it and slide a little- the SL moves into the far right lane (probably thinking he needs room to put the smack down). He stays about 1/2 a car behind; I'm not making much progress in 2nd, less than 1/2 a car, but I start pulling around mid-high 3rd, slam 4th and start making noticible progress on the SL, run 4th to redline and nail 5th. The SL is, maybe 3-4 cars back now but still fighting.
I don't see how fast we were going, but guess 140-145mph. It was about then in mid 5th I see a black crown vic coming towards us going north. And it has a light bar and lots of antennas. I immediantly yank up the E brake and start to downshift, but the cop is already past us by then. We probably passed the cop car at 145 mph or better, both at WOT and we're the only 2 cars within sight. With us at that speed and him about 50-60 in the other direction, that's a 200 mph difference.
I look in the rear view mirror- no brake lights on the cop, but he disappeared fast. I panic, more downshifting, hitting the brakes.. and here comes Mr. SL. Slides up next to me, smiles, gives me the thumbs up, then (i'm not kidding), punchs it and just leaves me. Meanwhile I see Crystal Court, a small high-end strip mall on the left and get in the 3rd entrence, left turn lane behind a delivery truck (came up too fast for the first enterence and someone was already in the center turn lane).
I'm at the light and in complete melt down; looking in the rear view mirror while thinking of a 1000 excuses. The light is still red, but still no cop- maybe I got lucky? I'm thinking "@!$@#* LIGHT, GO GO GO!". It was probably 15 seconds, but it felt like 5 minutes; then I see the crown vic coming up in the center lane- and FAST. He appearently saw me, moves over to the left lane and does a nose dive as he's slowing down.
Now I go completely hysterical
Right about then I see the front of the crown vic suddenly raise up- the cop passes me doing at least 100 mph; the force is enough to shake my car. :bowdown: I don't know what just happened, but the light finally goes green and I swing into the parking lot, finding a shady spot between two large SUV's and wondering when 5 more cop cars are gonna pull up. I head straight for Williams Sonoma, one of those gourmet-gadgety places, and some chick starts selling me on $20 muffen mix. I don't care and don't really hear what she's saying; i'm watching the front of the store waiting for SWAT and news helicopters.
15 to 20 minutes later, I'm leaving the store with $40 in muffen mix, scanning for cops. Coast clear. I ease back onto PCH North and guess what I see- I'm not making this up- a silver SL55 up ahead. I gradually catch up as we're coming up on Corona Del Mar and I can't believe it- IT'S THE SAME FREAKIN' GUY. He's on his cell phone and he looks PISSSSED. I mean really really mad. :cuss:
My guess is that he didn't see the cop; when the cop was coming up behind me he saw the SL far ahead still doing warp 9. I'm a sitting duck, but the SL was a better target, so he decides to go after it instead. My Valentine One never went off, and the SL guy is still driving his car so he obviously didn't get arrested or towed. I'd give one of my nads to see what happened when that cop finally stepped out of his car :coolman: But I can bet I the cop surgically removed the drivers sphincter and fed it back to him in tiny little pieces.
I was coming down Newport Coast drive towards the ocean mid afternoon on a weekday and playing a bit with a silver SL55. He ends up behind me at PCH. Lookin in the rear view mirror I see he's a well dressed, older (60's) guy with dark sunglasses.. and he's smiling, probably thinking he's about to skool this rustang-driving guy half his age.
We're getting ready to turn left on one of the most perfect stretchs of PCH- newly paved, 3 lanes each side, at least 2 unused lanes in the middle, nothing on either side and virtually NO traffic. I make sure the TC is off, check the Valentine and wait..
Light goes green (we're the last lane to go; everyone in front of us is long gone). As I straighten out in the center lane I nail it and slide a little- the SL moves into the far right lane (probably thinking he needs room to put the smack down). He stays about 1/2 a car behind; I'm not making much progress in 2nd, less than 1/2 a car, but I start pulling around mid-high 3rd, slam 4th and start making noticible progress on the SL, run 4th to redline and nail 5th. The SL is, maybe 3-4 cars back now but still fighting.
I don't see how fast we were going, but guess 140-145mph. It was about then in mid 5th I see a black crown vic coming towards us going north. And it has a light bar and lots of antennas. I immediantly yank up the E brake and start to downshift, but the cop is already past us by then. We probably passed the cop car at 145 mph or better, both at WOT and we're the only 2 cars within sight. With us at that speed and him about 50-60 in the other direction, that's a 200 mph difference.
I look in the rear view mirror- no brake lights on the cop, but he disappeared fast. I panic, more downshifting, hitting the brakes.. and here comes Mr. SL. Slides up next to me, smiles, gives me the thumbs up, then (i'm not kidding), punchs it and just leaves me. Meanwhile I see Crystal Court, a small high-end strip mall on the left and get in the 3rd entrence, left turn lane behind a delivery truck (came up too fast for the first enterence and someone was already in the center turn lane).
I'm at the light and in complete melt down; looking in the rear view mirror while thinking of a 1000 excuses. The light is still red, but still no cop- maybe I got lucky? I'm thinking "@!$@#* LIGHT, GO GO GO!". It was probably 15 seconds, but it felt like 5 minutes; then I see the crown vic coming up in the center lane- and FAST. He appearently saw me, moves over to the left lane and does a nose dive as he's slowing down.
Now I go completely hysterical
Right about then I see the front of the crown vic suddenly raise up- the cop passes me doing at least 100 mph; the force is enough to shake my car. :bowdown: I don't know what just happened, but the light finally goes green and I swing into the parking lot, finding a shady spot between two large SUV's and wondering when 5 more cop cars are gonna pull up. I head straight for Williams Sonoma, one of those gourmet-gadgety places, and some chick starts selling me on $20 muffen mix. I don't care and don't really hear what she's saying; i'm watching the front of the store waiting for SWAT and news helicopters.15 to 20 minutes later, I'm leaving the store with $40 in muffen mix, scanning for cops. Coast clear. I ease back onto PCH North and guess what I see- I'm not making this up- a silver SL55 up ahead. I gradually catch up as we're coming up on Corona Del Mar and I can't believe it- IT'S THE SAME FREAKIN' GUY. He's on his cell phone and he looks PISSSSED. I mean really really mad. :cuss:
My guess is that he didn't see the cop; when the cop was coming up behind me he saw the SL far ahead still doing warp 9. I'm a sitting duck, but the SL was a better target, so he decides to go after it instead. My Valentine One never went off, and the SL guy is still driving his car so he obviously didn't get arrested or towed. I'd give one of my nads to see what happened when that cop finally stepped out of his car :coolman: But I can bet I the cop surgically removed the drivers sphincter and fed it back to him in tiny little pieces.
