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This post is long overdue.
There's nothing like the thrill of the chase. Think about it: chasing your first love, watching the car chase in the Bourne Identity, chasing victory and achievement...they're all a thrill! I was able to live out one of my favorite chase opportunities just around 20 minutes ago as I was driving out of lovely Boone, North Carolina. What am I talking about? PO-LICE CHASE!!!
Ok to be perfectly honest this wasn't the screech-vroom-brake-crush police chase that you watch on cops. Oh no, my friends, this was better-and let Papa Andrew tell you why.
I was heading out of town to check on Carly's sister Cassie's cat. Link is a cat like no other. He fetches, he whistles like a bird, and I swear by all thing bright and beautiful that the cat can understand what I'm saying to him. He talks back to me! But why I talk to cats is not that this story is about, so focus with me. I'm heading out of town and had just stopped to get some gas. As I was pulling out of the gas station into the right lane, some douchebag comes whizzing by me in the left lane as if to say "WHY DON'T YOU PULL OUT SLOWER NEXT TIME!??!"** I muttered something under my breath about whippersnappers and their white neosatvaliers, and proceeded to speed up to show him what I was made of!
My little testoserone boost ended abruptly about 100 yards down the road when I came upon a stoplight in the process of turning from yellow to red. As a polite citizen, I slowed down and stopped. My friend in the satneovalier, who was a little ways ahead of me, almost stopped. I saw him tap his breaks, and instantly I could read his hesitant tail lights like morse code. He was thinking, "Oh man, there's no way I'm going to be able to get through this light, but stopping now would mean decelerating from 60 miles per hour to a dead stop within about 15 yards!" He wasn't going to stop for this one, but rather he let off his brake pad and pumped the gas as his car sped under the already red light. I just sat there at the light and thought "Man, if a cop were here, this guy would be toast."
Almost on cue, my head pans to the right to see who was stopped next to me. Bingo, it's a cop.
Here I was, a law abiding citizen, sitting patiently for him to turn out onto the road. Here he was, a ball busting cop, with his left turn signal on like he was going to head back into town to break up a reported "wrong-way-down-a-one-way-street" phone in. The light turned green for him, but he didn't move. I think it was at this point that the cop and I had a brief moment of unspoken communication:
Cop: Dang, I saw that...
Me: Heck yes you saw that! Giddie-yap!!
Cop: I don't know...my left turn signal is on...err"
Me: Hey cop! Every time I step out of line, I GET SMACKED! My car gets towed when I'm only illegally parked for half an hour. I get busted for speeding on new year's day. I get pulled over for dropping off my girlfriend AT HER OWN APARTMENT. Someone else NEEDS to get in trouble in this town, and plus I'll be right behind you as you track this guy down!
Cop: I love the chase too! Come on Andrew!
And just like that I see the cop take his signal off and go tearing down the road after this guy. At this point I'm so excited I just want to run the red light to see what happens. The light turns green and I explode off the line like I'm Prefontaine in the form of a car. I am going to be the first one in line to watch some cop bust a guy, and he doesn't even know it's coming! Yes!! I've often wondered what cops do before they pull someone over, and tailing this cop while he tailed this dude was pure bliss. It was like watching the discovery channel, when you see a lion stalking in the scrubgrass waiting to pounce on a carne asada steak burrito! The guy in the satneovalier kept flying down the road and had no idea a cop was behind him.
I hugged every corner of that mountain road just to stay within sight of this beat walker getting ready to make a bust. I craned my neck around every turn in anticipation of seeing the reds and blues hang over that pursing police vehicle. As I got closer and closer to Cassie's house my hopes of seeing a cop bust a fool got slimmer and slimmer. "I can't have come this far not to see this!!!!!" I thought. But then, right before my turn.
Bingo! Blueberries and cherries baby, it was all over.
So this dude gets pulled over for running a red light and probably speeding too. And I got to see it first hand! I think I derived a sense of relief to know that it was not me sitting in that car, all ashen and riddled with self loathing for running that light. I also derived a sense of shared pain with the poor sap in the car. Lord knows I've gotten hammered for smaller stuff than that, and every time I've done something that I can get pulled over for I think, "I wonder if that's a cop behind me?" But the sense of sympathy soon faded at the realization of what had just transpired: I got to see a little chase, and who doesn't love a good chase every now and then?
**I can neither confirm nor deny that I've done this very same thing. Hmm
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DUDE HOW DID I MISS THIS POST?! Also, you can't call yourself Papa Andrew. I am already Poppa Joely, and the Blogosphere ain't big enough for the two of us.
"I get pulled over for dropping off my girlfriend AT HER OWN APARTMENT."
what's the story?
This is great info to know.
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