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To: PMS Witch who wrote (1435)	4/27/2001 6:26:19 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 12669

I wish I had your answer when Sheriff Brienan told that story. He, with 32 years on the job was having a coffee and donut with the police chief who had 26 years on the job. A rookie with 6 months under his belt, no crap, told them they looked bad eating donuts and coffee. The rookie got to mark LOTS of tires on parking patrol.

To: PMS Witch who wrote (1435)	4/27/2001 7:43:14 PM
From: mr.mark	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 12669

once many years ago i found myself racing another car very, very late at night. it was just us two vehicles on a dark, deserted stretch of highway somewhere in the new jersey pine barrens. my wife (who was then my girlfriend) was riding with me, and we were returning home from a date, i guess. i really didn't instigate the race. the other guy did, when he rolled up behind me and kind of 'bounced' his headlights like he has revving the engine. i maybe increased my speed a tad, but before i could do more, he had swung out to pass and was suddenly beside me. i guess i probably put my foot in the gas a bit at that point, just for good times. and i see my racing buddy is right beside me. faster i go, faster racing buddy goes. we must have continued on down the road that way, side-by-side, our speed ever-increasing, for a mile, maybe two. we were definitely doing 90, probably more. neither of us was going to slow down. until....... racing buddy flips on his interior dome light, reaches over and picks up his state trooper's hat from the bench seat and places it on his head, then proceeds to signal me with his hand to pull over! oh my gawd, i'm racing a state trooper at 90+ mph! so of course i pull over, checking out his vehicle real good now because i can't believe how bad i've been had. there wasn't a single identifying mark on his car, no lights, no state seal... totally an unmarked cruiser, a big old chrysler. i know now i'm screwed, except for the fact that he was egging me on, playing our little game. hell, he could have pulled me over at 70, but he was having too much fun. so i'm thinking, maybe he's just bored stiff and this won't be so bad after all. i was right. he wrote me up for doing 59 in a 50 ("that's what you were doing when i rolled up on you"), and told me to drive more safely and to have a nice evening. i kept my mouth shut about him being part way responsible by being my racing buddy, and i think that made a difference in how he handled the ticketing. :) mark