posted 09-21-2000 05:55 PM                  

Grated I am the 'BUTT' of everyones jokes but I am glad to serve you all. I guess I could be maybe sorta kinda be the POA Mascot. ARF arf roof ruff ruff.

Here's a Story for ya;

My speech teacher, sent my parents a written report, "Gary is very Entertaining, The Class Buffoon, only if he could put his energy into his school work, he would be a straight "A" student." Boy do the poop hit the fan. My dad took my car(Corvette) away and had to drive a Cadillac for the summer and work at the Dealership being a janitor.
That was the summer I learned with about 3 or 400lbs in the trunk of a Coupe de Ville you could get the huge caddy to do a 4 or 5 inch wheelie if you hit the gas then the brake hit the gas then the brake, you could get the huge caddy to do a 4 or 5 inch wheelie.

Also I got in more trouble burning off the rear tires to the cord with 1200 miles on the car.

I don't why I am posting this but I did.

Does anyone else have a story of your younger years. We all have one, come on.

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ALL BY CARLINI
Billet Grill, Rear Roll Pan, Front Turn Signals, Chrome Head Rest Covers,
Custom Borla Exhaust System, Going to Paxton at the end of the year,
Thinking of White Pearl paint everywhere, Valentine One Radar Detector
Cruis'n Woodward 2000
2000 One of one made.

posted 09-21-2000 06:00 PM                  

Mike (FPO)

posted 09-21-2000 06:16 PM                  

Details????????

posted 09-22-2000 08:39 AM                  

But, she landed, burnt a little rubber, and stayed right on track! I lifted my right foot and coasted probably a mile to the next stop sign. Thought I was going to DIE!

The TN story has a little more teeth though... I was probably 19 or 20, driving with another under 21 year old buddy from KY to Arkansas to meet a relative from TX. On the way home, with many empty beer cans in the back floorboard, and some other contraband in the ashtray.. we topped an interstate hill in TN only to see a state boy with a flashlight pulling every car over to the side of the road (it was dark too BTW)... Freaking out, I drove by the other cars and finally pulled over at the head of the line. We looked at each other, and at the state of the interior of the car and quickly surmised that we were going to jail in TN. Not a good thing!

Terrified, we looked back at the cops and cars behind us. The cops were concentrating on a Bronco like vehicle. They had removed the rear seat and had it leaning up against the guys truck. When we saw that, we realized that if they were looking that hard for something, then we were in big time trouble as soon as they shined a flashlight into our car!

So...since the cops were kinda busy. i shut off my lights. I had never turned off the engine. I started just easing up and down on the clutch, just enough to move the car without making any excessive engine noise. With the lights off, we crept down the birm until we crested the next hill, then I layed on the gas as much as one can in a VW beetle. I wouldn't let my buddy sit down, I had him facing backwards to tell me the instant the cops began pursuit.. it never happened! We got off the interstate at the next exit and hid behind a pizza place with our atlas, trying to plot a new route home without getting back on the interstate. When we finally figured out a route, we sped across the street to a gas station to beg for directions to this new route. The attendant couldn't understand our panicked state, or our ignorance, as we had just pulled off the route we were looking for to get to the gas station!

OK, one more... in the same bug, after a late night at the drive in with a bunch of guys... i was downtown stuck at a red light with not another car in site as far as I could see, none in front, or behind, or to the left, and none to the right as far as I could see, but the view to the right was somewhat obscured... so with the guys ribbing me to run the light, I finally took off, and ... you guessed it... the only thing coming from the right was a police car... up on the right was a UHaul truck. I pulled in front of the truck, backed up against it as close as I could, turned the lights off, and told everyone to duck! You could hear the four barrel on that crusier sucking some serious fuel as he sped right by us. I hung a U-turn and headed for home!

Don't try this stuff at home kids!