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"Not Open to Public Use"
"Not Open to Public Use"
It was a Friday night in our town of Perry, GA. My friends and I always
go out and smoke tires on the weekend, and we had found a newly constructed
road. The road was still closed, and we all decided to go out there to
smoke our tires since it was away from town. After a few turns of
tires, I came to realize that I need some air in one of my tires before
I attempted to melt the asphalt. My good friend James took my tire down
to the gas station to get some air put in it. While he was gone, we all
say around talking about my 89 S-10. It was sitting admirably on jack
stands awaiting the freshly filled tire.
When James returned, he said we needed to hurry up and leave. Everyone
asked "Why", as I was pulling the tire out of the back of his truck. He
said he was probably doing about 95 to 100 MPH on the way back. Sure
enough, about 30 seconds after he got there, the pigs showed their ugly
faces. I approached the police car with the smell of bacon growing
stronger. I made it to the window and listened to what the porker
had to say. He stated "This road is not open to public use!" My reply
was "Does this mean we have to leave?" He looked at me with that "Oh,
fuck you" face and left. We quickly bolted the tire down with 3 of
the 5 lug nuts and left. Since then, we haven't been down that road
too often.
