Yeah, I kinda feel a wee bit bad for that one.
I suppose I should have stopped and admitted they were after me, but I was late for work and driving completely illegally. I had my license, but that's about all I had.
I guess those are just excuses from me as to why I once failed to do the right thing.
On the other hand, I can be kinda proud of how often I've done the right thing. I've done the right thing even when nobody would have known if I'd not done the right thing - time and time again. Plus, I go overboard these days. Hell, I put a large sum of money into the Salvation Army kettle again this year. (I do this every year.) So, maybe I'm trying to make up for the few times I didn't do the right thing.
I wouldn't have stopped either.
Oh, fuck no... Nobody would have stopped.
But, stopping would have been the right thing to do.
LOL I wonder what the cop would have done? If I stopped, the officer already has their identification of the vehicle in question. So, even if I'd admitted what I did - would a judge find me guilty? The cop's ability to identify the vehicle was clearly wrong - or likely wrong in this case. They had indeed identified the wrong car.
It was the exact same color and VW was cheap back then so the front end of the car (what the cop saw, as they were coming from the other direction) looked pretty much exactly the same. It was like a 1985 VW Quantum - which was actually a fun car.
The car had an Audi engine (owned by VW Group) and it was a 5 cylinder engine. That's not a typo, it was 5 cyl and cocked sideways and at an angle. It was weird.
Under the hood was so fucking German - and was in German. There was no English anywhere under the hood.
Basically, if you were facing the car, the engine bits were on the left. Anything you, the owner, would need was somehow on the right. So, washer fluid, oil fill and oil's dip stick, the battery, the electronics boxes, the transmission filler and dip stick, etc... Those were all on the right.
It was such an odd layout...
It also had an absurd amount of power for an 80s station wagon. It was front wheel drive but you could easily smoke the tires.
The brakes went bad - like somehow all of 'em at the same time, including the emergency brake. It took two weeks for the parts to arrive from Germany. They only sold a few in the US. It was not a big seller.
So, I drove it without brakes - in a city. I used to let it coast and slow down so that I could bounce off someone's bumper at work. I literally had no brakes. I coasted through every light and stop sign, and planned my trips so that I'd slow down on the uphill side of things.
I once bounced off some lady's bumper. I'm a decent size fella. I got out of my car and told her it was fine and that there was no damage done. She said something about calling the cops so I again stated things were fine. She looked like she was gonna wet her pants and got back into her car to drive away.
In my defense, her car was fucking fine. I was almost stopped when I hit her bumper and our bumpers matched up perfectly.
Holy fuck, was I kinda a dick in that car.
LoL No E brake or anything, huh. Damn that must have been nerve-wracking to drive!
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