06-16-2008, 05:18 PM
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Join Date: Apr 2002
Location: Aptos, CA,
CA
Cobra Make, Engine: FFR1812, 331/365RWHP, 4 tires and one insane driver
Posts: 95
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While coming home from the STL trip a few years ago down Hwy 50, we just crossed the river and there was a CHP on the side giving someone a ticket. He held up one hand and signaled the "55" gesture which I waved an OK. There were five of us all together. I guess we were making a lot of noise coming down the hill. I thought we were toast. Well, just minutes later I see the CHP barreling up the highway, thinking he was going somewhere.
Next thing I know is I hear this "Hey Weendoggy" from his speaker (my tag is on the fuel tank). I acknowledge and he says to pull off into the weigh station up the road about 3 miles. I give a thumbs up and off he goes.
There he is with the gate open and all five of us pull in the station. He walks over to me and says he'll weigh all the cars and to wait until he opens the scales. So, one by one we all got weight slips.
Then we all stood around for about 15min. talking to him about cars. He happened to be a Mopar guy with a Charger. He talked more than we did and all had a good laugh. We thanked him and off we went.
No tickets, unless you count the weight slips.
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