[blykins]

This reminds me of a story....

When I was in college, I had went back home for a visit. At the time, I was driving a Nissan 240SX, with some aftermarket sway bars, struts/shocks, etc. I had two buddies with me and was driving down a very curvy country road that went for about 20 miles.

I saw a late model 6-cylinder Mustang (this was in 1997-1998) slide up behind me and was pushing me pretty hard. After a little prodding from my buddies, I dropped a couple of gears and very easily ran away from him in the curves. He would gain ground in the straights, but I would gain it back.

We did this for probably 10 minutes and it kept getting a little faster and a little faster.

As we neared city limits, I slowed down to the speed limit. We went through a couple more curves, a straight-stretch, and then I saw a sheriff's deputy parked on the side of the road facing us. I noticed that the Mustang had dropped way back and as I passed the deputy, he made a U-turn, pulled in behind me, and flipped the blue lights on.

I pulled over and the deputy pulled in behind me, followed by the Mustang.

The guy in the Mustang was a park ranger, who just happened to be irritated that he was getting whooped up on by a rice rocket.

The deputy knew my dad and uncle, and since he didn't witness me speeding or driving wrecklessly, he drilled me for a few minutes and then let me go. I honestly thought I was going to the pokey that day and was wondering what I was going to say when I called my parents. I still get that sick feeling in my stomach when I think about it.

So, moral of the story is.....watch where you play, because you don't know who you're playing with.