[uncltodd]

Picture it...

It's 1969, 2AM, US 99 (now I-5) headed back north to Bakersfield from a football game in Long Beach.

I'm 18 years old and the gal in the front seat is gonna catch hell when I drop her off. (Lights off, rolling stop)

Beer in a cooler in the back seat.

Colt .45 under the front seat.

Red lights and siren, CHP.

They clocked my '62 Oldsmobile at 103. (The CHP double-teamed back then)

They took pity on me and wrote me up for 83 in a 70 zone to keep me out of instant jail time.

Second trooper was 'way cool, flashlighted the beer cooler but decided not to look inside.

They drove big old Dodge 440 Magnum wedge-heads back then... They blew theirs up trying to catch me. Had to call in for a tow.

When I think about running that fast for that long on those old bias-ply nylon tires... my hair turns even whiter.

Ticket cost me over $100... a chunk of money in 1969.

What a moron.

When my BDR gets here... I ain't goin' there.

Well, probably not.

UT