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I was early evening, late afternoon, when my friends and I got an idea. I had been saying for a while that there were no cops in ******, our local town. Finally, I got them convinced to go up there and do some burnouts. "No cops in town," I reassured them, as we traveled to town.
We pulled in town and drove to the outskirt. We were all in my friend's 1969 Pontiac Firebird with a 400 ci engine. He floored it, and his 15 inch BFGoodrich's lit up. He had recently replaced his old 14s with new 15s. These were fat tires. His car has enough torque that the tires broke loose just as easy with the 14s on it. We laid black marks, and then drove farther in town. Again, we stopped in the road, and smoked them. Soon, we started home.
We squealed them around a turn, then cut back in town to check out a classic car. As we pulled to the stop sign, an SUV pulled real close to the left front fender. He moved his hand in a circular motion, as in roll down the window. My friend thought he meant turn them over. He let up on the brake before I yelled "Roll down your window". My friend stopped, and the guy in the SUV started flipping through his wallet. I had no idea what he was doing, until he showed us his badge.
'Having some problems on the accelerator?' he asked. 'Yeah, I hit it a bit hard,' my friend replied. The cop threatened us with a ticket, then drove away. I was nervous for a bit, and my friends weren't happy with my cop tip!!!