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At the tender age of 17, in a beat-up 1987 Cadillac with a tinted rear window and afternarket rims, back before those things were quite so common. It was Valentine's day. My (now wife) girlfriend had declined when I called earlier in the day for a date, and I was all tense as a result; that feeling remained when she later accepted. It was rainy as I came fast over the hill and down to the bottom of it under the yellow traffic light, sparks flying from the bottom of the car as it bottomed out.
It was about that time that I noticed a cop in a left-turn lane waiting for the light so he could turn onto the road I was on. A friend had recently told me that he lost a cop in a nearby neighborhood, so I decided to make a beeline for it before the cop started to follow.
To get to that neighborhood was something identical to a highway on/off ramp, except there's no highway on either end of it. I had always wanted to pass someone on such a ramp, and there was my chance. As I tried to pass, the old jerk I was passing tried to block me; so, one side of the Caddy went up the curb and onto the dirt.
By the time I approached that neighborhood, the cop had caught up and I decided not to actually do anything illegal while the cop was directly behind me. He followed me for awhile as I started to snake through and eventually pulled me over. I had a small amount of contraband, a car that stank very strongly of such contraband, and a bunch of suff that looked illegal but wasn't actually.
I did not get to see her that night, and my slightly sagging headliner became a totally torn headliner. The roses I had for her were mostly destroyed too. I did get lucky the next night, though! A couple days later while totally obeying all laws, driving in the next town over, I got pulled and searched. Some months later while cleaning the car I found some contraband that they had missed...
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