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cahaya 19891 desperate attention whore postings DAW Level: "Playboy Centerfold"
07-15-13, 05:18 PM (EST)
287. "RE: Beware tailgating Rabbis"
About 30 years or so (early 80's) while I was working in Indy downtown, I had to cross a not-so-pleasant neighborhood during evening rush hour back home. Well, I made a slight driver error in switching lanes in front of a classic Delta 88, mint condition, done up in style with chrome rims and bumpers and mirros. My fault, yes, definitely my fault, sorry about that, buddy, my mistake. But then the 88 swept up to the left of me in the dual lane road and the passenger dude pulls out what looks like a .38 revolver. He's got a clean shot, just feet away.
Woah! I stepped on the gas and they high-tailed me the whole way, with the guy with the gun hanging it out the window, them on the left, me on the right, with the gunner having a clear line-of-sight to take a shot.
Without even thinking about it, almost instinctively, just a step ahead of them, I crossed over the double yellow line into the empty on-coming traffic lanes (it being evening rush hour) to put myself to the left of them, with the guy having the gun having to fire across his own vehicle. They chased me at about 70 in a 40 zone, and I didn't give a damn about a cop spotting us (and giving me a ticket for going 70 in 40 in the wrong lane), in fact, I was hoping so.
Increasing speed, already on the wrong side of the double yellow line, I picked up about 30 yards on them and blazed through a newly lit red light across a major intersection (the notorious 38th Street light at MLK Road), and they were screwed because cross traffic was already moving into their left turn lights, oblivious of the high-speed chase coming into the intersection. Due to split second timing of the lights, I managed to break them off, seeing them very suddenly stopped at the intersection fast-disappearing behind me in the rear-view mirror.
Now if you really want to profile, who'd be driving a shiny, classic Delta 88 back then?
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