I got pulled over for the first time since the rebuild last night. The first time is always the sweetest, right?
We finished the Corvette on November 4ish. Got one small ride in. The following Sunday, little longer ride, that’s it. The weather hasn’t been cooperating, and we’re so far behind on errands and laundry and cleaning that I just haven’t had the chance to take it out, never mind wring it out a little. Until last night.
My buddy Mary and I had been planning on meeting up for since last week and since the weather was cooperating and she was up for it, I thought it might be fun to take Tina and give her an old fashioned beat run. No problems running around the restaurant parking lots and a couple of straight strips … car ran fine, we had fun.
Met up with D and S … S wants a ride. He hasn’t had one yet (well, not since it started shifting again). Happy to oblige. D falls in behind us. It’s pretty late; there’s no one around. The light changes … I boot it in the ass … wind it out uphill to yellow line … sounds GREAT … let off just before hitting second gear, crest the hill and drop back down to the speed limit.
Truly, I can’t even guess how fast we was going … for one thing, I was watching the tach, for another, we took off the useless cruise control equipment during The Project, and we’re still waiting for the non-cruise-control-length speedometer cable to come in.
Go maybe a mile … look in the rearview … uh oh. Not one, but TWO cruisers are mooooo-vin’ my way at hyperspeed. Pretty sure who they want, too. I pull over. A third cruiser joins us. (I believe this represents the sum total of this particular small community’s law enforcement staff for the evening).
#1::License and registration.
Me::I’m so sorry, officer, we *just* got this car done. It was stupid. I’m sorry.
*gives over paperwork*
I’m mentally calculating how much all this shit is going to cost, and if it was worth it. About five minutes, maybe seven pass.
#2:: We were parked at Jiffy Lube, we HEARD you.
#1:: WHAT have you got in this thing?
Me:: It’s a modified small block 350 bored 30 over, we decked the head and the block .018″ … Want to see it?
#2:: He has no idea what you just said.
#1:: [smiling] I do so! *turns to me* I have an El Camino Super Sport I’m just about to drop a load of money into …
Me:: You DO??? Well, I know a great machine shop …
We chat a bit, they wish me well, I do the same for them, we’re all laughing and shaking our heads and we take off. I think I may have levitated with my relief. We go back to the garage. Shut her down and close the door. We’re counting our blessings and pile into the Honda to take S home.
D’s telling me about his conversation with Officer #2 … the “don’t I know you?” conversation, which can go either way considering the way we were in our 20’s. As it turns out, this went well, too. D’s oldest son drives tow truck for a big local company, this man knows him. Then D says, “Look at your cell phone.” So I looked at the phone and there’s two text messages … one says “Dont admit to anything” the other “They said they heard u not saw u”
“One of the officers walked back to me to see why I had pulled over behind you guys. I told him you were my wife (this is pretty funny because the officer who was talking to me asked if he was my DAD), that we’d *just* finished the car; he asked me if you had a cell phone … and if I knew how to text you … that they hadn’t SEEN you speed, only heard you.
“So?” says I.
“Remember the time I got pulled over in Littleton? They couldn’t give me a ticket because they hadn’t SEEN me speed, only the distance I’d covered since they first saw me, before they turned around over that hill. There was no visual confirmation.”
“OMG … That’s right! So … that’s why I didn’t get a massive ticket?”
“Well, that, and you’re cute.”
My appearance completely aside, if those officers had decided to be … shall we say … less impressed with the situation at hand … and trust me, they could have … my night and S’s could have gotten a lot worse. But it didn’t, and I will be forever grateful to them for making Tina’s “first time” as pleasant as it could have gone.
It gets better … the next morning morning I saw my Mr X online; he and his family live on the same road we got pulled over on. Asked if he heard me go by last night … he said, “What time?” Little before 11ish. “No, but two cruisers in maximum overdrive went by … you should have heard them winding up past my house! I was going to turn on the scanner, but didn’t feel like getting up. Was that for you?”
That car is soooo sweet, even cops are impressed. With the *stock* exhaust.
Wait’ll I tell Mike.