The "Ticket"

"The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL" (tokyobayaqualine) 08/06/2014 at 21:59 • Filed to: stories, law, legal, tickets, driving, experiences, tokyobayaqualine, nissan, jdm, canada

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Every car guy I meet claims to be a God behind the wheel, but I rarely hear their "Fuck up" stories, which is likely for the best anyways, because it would require me to tell you mine... Which is exactly what I'm going to do today.

When I was a young guy trying to make his way through school selling cars, I cut a deal with a shady mechanic to buy a black 1991 Nissan Fairlady Z32, right hand drive, RWD Coupe. It was my second car, but the first car that I was going full on commando with (no parents help in terms of Insurance or Credit). I made the deal with the guy, and bought it outright for $3000.

I felt like I was very compatible with the car itself, despite the fact that the rear shocks had gone loose, and the rear brakes were off a 240SX (Previous owners cheap conversion - I guess he sold the Z32 brakes).

In any case, the main reason I felt like I was so compatible with it was due to the moderate power, RWD, front engine layout with the 5 speed manual transmission... which is ironic, because those were all the things, plus the advent of weather, that lead to my very "incident".

I would often take it out drifting, or up the mountains at a decent rate of speed, which retrospectively, was rather reckless in and of itself. This lead to a very quickly almost erased set of rear tires. With little to no grip, I decided (like the idiot I was) to head out to Montreal from Ottawa one day with it and pick up the new tires which I had found for cheap... in the pouring rain.

Halfway through the journey, I stopped for gas. As I was done filling it up, the rain started to come down hard. I could see people scrambling for cover, so with a bit of urgency, I clambered to get out of the gas station parking lot, and onto the highway, while everyone else was stagnant. There was (at that time) nothing I loved more than driving in the rain.

I started the car, and headed for the exit back onto the main road that lead to the highway. As I came out of the lot, the rear wheel rose up and over the curb. As it hit the curb, I prodded at the throttle just a bit too much, and when the car landed on it's rear wheels again, in a large puddle, the rear wheels were spinning at a higher RPM than the speed. I'll never know what lead me to prod the throttle to get over the curb... I assume I had seen it jutted out, and my immediate thought was that I would need to get some throttle to get over it. I dunno. I don't remember. I know I must have been about 2000-2500RPM over what was necessary though, because as the cars rear wheels hit the ground, with my steering wheel pointed left, the rear of the car spun out rather quickly. Rather than allowing the whole rear end to spin out and hit the curb or even worse, go over the curb, I gassed the throttle and quickly counter steered, which in turn produced a very sudden shift in rear pendulum direction, now to the left. I modulated the throttle out in a straight line, and more than a little startled, I pulled over into a parking lot for a few minutes of cool down time. I remember thinking that I was glad that I had powered out instead of braking or letting go of the throttle, because I would have damaged the car, possibly hurt myself, or been in someone else's way.

As I pulled back onto the road, I saw the lights.

The OPP Officer was not going to accept any excuses. He was certain of what he'd seen, and immediately scolded me for being reckless and endangering myself.

"You usually drift out of parking lots?"

"Sir, I swear on my life. You see, my car has no traction control and my rear tires are almost bal..."

"So the car's not safe for the road?"

"I was going to purchase new tires today, I didn't th..."

"Listen, I know what I saw. I saw you drift out of that lot. That's reckless driving. Minimum, $600 fine. 6 months suspension."

"SIR, I SWEAR..."

"Insurance and Registration, and License please."

With that, I handed it to him. When I went to court to dispute the ticket, he was there to counter me.

Thus, my license was suspended for 6 months. That was 3 and a half years ago now.

But I learned from it, and I've learned to be more respectful of my car and the road conditions, and to more properly maintain my vehicle.

What's your worst legal experience behind the wheel?

itschrome > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:10

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"What's your worst legal experience behind the wheel?"

umm, mostly bullshit, there issue is with my neglect as a younger man to take care of shit to the point where i got my self in a bit of a hole, which then got compounded by economic down turn. well fast forward 4 to 5 years and i'm driving a unregistered car, with out of state plates I stole at a Walmart, on a suspended license and with no insurance. yeah dumb i know, but i had no choice if i wanted to work, what ever i drive like an old man and got away with it for years. i finally start working on shit and thats when i get busted. local cop has been hunting me down because of the out of town plates for months. finally scans them and pulls me over.

I was honest and up frontabout every thing, cop was cool. drove me to get bail from an ATM and dropped me home. I lawyered the fuck up, and got soo many old tickets dropped and every charge dropped from getting busted. only cost me bout 4k total.

any ways I'm legal now and have a better car now too! woohoo don't be dumb take care of shit.

Shankems > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:11

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Traction control that I never disable (cause I ain't no Senna) and great summer+winter tires are the only thing that prevents me from the same fate. Especially in winter.

treesmakewater > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:12

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My "worst" was a bit of a "almost". It was a little past dark, and the moon was out. I was driving at a very illegal pace (85 in a 45). The speed limit was once 55, but a few drunk drivers and they lowered it. Some random person was following me the entire way down the road. I notice another car starting to approach behind him #ohhshit so I let off the gas and started to slow down to about 60-65 (if I'm getting a ticket I'm going to hope that its not a felony). When we got to the end of the road (not much further) the car pulled in front of my and turned on some pretty blue lights. He was a really cool guy and pretty much said just don't " haul ass" at night (his exact words). I got away Scott free. When I was leaving, the officer was walking up to the other car, ticket book in hand (he braked when the cop started to creep up on him).

That is the only time I've gotten pulled over besides once for suspicion (the damn cop asked if I was smuggling anyn weapons or drugs #dafuq)

Desu-San-Desu > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:12

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96 in a 55 in a '97 Saturn Coupe on a back road during an extended stay in Pennsylvanian. Still had my S.C. license at the time. Cop gave me a 30 minute full-volume, spittle-projecting, lecture and a $260 ticket. I never returned to Pennsylvania after that.

Nick, Drives a Cobalt LT > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:13

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I was arrested once....so... haha

It was like 11pm at night, and I was dead tired, driving home from a weekend with my fiancee, all alone.

I came off the highway, turned onto another major road, and just pinned it, wide out two stepped into second, then third and BAM radar detector goes off... immedietely i slammed my brakes. but it was too late, the cop heard me and saw enough.

He came up to the window asked me what the hell I just did. we went through the license and registration thing

He comes back to the window now with a friend, a second cop.

They escort me out of the car and in cuffs go to the cruiser (Super uncomfortable Charger)

Go back to the station, the cop was bitching about how I interrupted his coffee run and ruined his night saying "This always happens when I go to Dunkin"

I told him to stop going to dunkin.

go back to the station, do some paperwork, pay bail, i leave, get a court date.

Minimum sentance was 1000$ fine and loss of license for like 6 months...

But I talked it down to 310 dollars and no loss of license.

Learned a lesson that night though.

Don't be an idiot on the road.

treesmakewater > Desu-San-Desu 08/06/2014 at 22:16

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where I live in SC there are two police departments that will pull you over for 2mph over, and another that will wave as you go 65 in a 45.

Only $260? I've seen tickets that price for 65 in a 55 :o

treesmakewater > Shankems 08/06/2014 at 22:19

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it snows once every 2-3 years where I live. I have AWD but summer performance tires and it hasn't snowed yet since I got the car. I know snow + fwd is not that bad and that snow+ red can be scary. Sometimes I wish it would snow more often here (I have a massive field that's fun to do skids on without destroying my grass when it snows)

Milky > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:23

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Drifting gets you 6 months suspension?! Fuck that noise.

But, uh, legally I've gotten extremely lucky. Even the night this happened, a cop rolled by my car in the middle street broken …. and just kept going. He was too busy to be bothered, or it was reverse racism because white in Detroit, either way I'm not complaining.

Blondude > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:32

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I haven't been driving all that long so I don't have much.

A tired, stressed me was driving home, made a stupid mistake and basically turned when I shouldn't have turned. I realized what I had done immediately and literally yelled at myself in my car for it. Didn't matter, there was a cop at the intersection and I got pulled over for it. The cop was nice though, she asked me where I was coming from, if I knew what I did wrong (which of course I fessed up on), etc. I got off with only a warning (coming home from volunteering at the local food pantry probably helped) but it still scared me shitless. Getting pulled over for the first time is traumatic, man.

Oh, and this was yesterday. :/

TurboSloth > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:35

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I ran a yellow light, and according to the camera, it counted as a red. That's the worst legal experience I've had. No seriously. I've done double digits above the speed limit, but never got pulled over.

The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL > treesmakewater 08/06/2014 at 22:36

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Snow and RWD is challenging. Which is why I do it every year.

ShelbyRacer78-Fusion Modifier > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:38

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Lost my first car because of some stupid mistakes at the time. I went over a hill, backend got out and then hit another car. No one was hurt, both cars totalled. That's why I have black Sable now. Lesson learned: NEVER GO FAST IN THE SNOW. I wanted to blame the town's public works for shitty plowing but didn't bother.

AM3R > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:38

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Worst legal experience: I was borrowing my friends E36 318i. I was merging onto a 3 lane road with a cop directly in front of me. I accelerate and get in the lane to the left of him. A few seconds later he lights em up and pulls me over claiming exhibition of speed or some BS claim like that saying I was going at least 15 over. I explained to him that the 318i really wasn't capable of accelerating as fast as he claimed. He wasn't buying it so of course I fought it in court. I brought my mechanic (family friend) with me to dispute it. As a certified BMW mechanic who runs a Euro garage he explained that that the cop, who was directly in front of me before I merged, had to have been speeding at least 10mph over the limit while I was behind him or else I wouldn't have been able to hit the speed he claimed I was traveling at in that short distance before he pulled me over. The E36 had M3 bumpers, wheels, and was red so I guess the officer thought I was an easy target to help meet his quota. This was also following a few bad street racing accidents in the area so I guess I understand why he wanted to bully the guy in what looked like an M3 so bad.

treesmakewater > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:43

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last time I drove in snow my old RWD tacoma could not get traction so I drove my mom's maxima.

The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL > ShelbyRacer78-Fusion Modifier 08/06/2014 at 22:44

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Yes... Never go fast in the snow. Driving in snow requires constant monitoring of conditions. Unless you're 100% sure of your cars grip levels, don't ever push it.

DancesWithRotors - Driving Insightfully > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:47

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78 in a 55, that I had to lawyer up for... It's funny how lawyering up in a small town gets things dismissed, though...

E30Joe drives a Subaru > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 22:48

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Quite recently this happened.

I was late for work, driving my Forester. I needed gas because it always needs gas. So I went to a gas station, filled up, and pulled out on to a fairly busy, 60mph road (it was rush hour, lots of traffic). I didn't want to wait all day so I found an opening large enough for me to get through in to traffic. I hammered on it and rowed up to 3rd or 4th I don't remember, but by the time I had let off and shifted in to 5th I apparently made it in 80mph. Lights right away in front of me. The cop whipped a u turn and pulled me over and said "People would be cheering me on if they saw me pull you over after that stunt"

Needless to say I got a ticket. 80 in a 60. Just to get in to traffic. And I was still late for work.

Luc - The Acadian Oppo > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 23:13

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I had bought a 2010 Dodge Challenger SRT8 6 spd Manual Brand new. I had it for about 2 weeks when I was on an open stretch of road no cars in sight perfect weather and what not. I thought to myself "lets see what this baby can do". cruising at 100km/h in 6th gear I drop down to 4th and floor it. I was on the gas for a MAXIMUM of 5-7 seconds, when I look at my speedo I was going 168km/h "shit I better slow down" so on the brakes I go drop right back down to 100km/h look in my mirror and the red & blues were flashing. I was going 168km/h for a maximum of 2 seconds but because I achieved that speed it cost me $500.00 for a lawyer,$690.00 for the speeding ticket & 30 days suspension. this was my first and only traffic offense in my life. I got lucky tho as I did not loose any points on my license. That was the most expensive 10 seconds of my life. This was in Alberta if that matters.

kevin_kancer > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 23:14

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Been pulled over many times, but never ticketed. Always been lucky. One time I got out of a ticket by saying "It's a manual, and I'm driving in sandals. Sorry." and the cop did a double take and said "That happens to me too! Nobody understands when I mention it." I was like 17 or 18 at the time too, I'm surprised he let me go. Driving a 1996 Geo Metro though, not exactly a speed demon of a car.

Luc - The Acadian Oppo > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/06/2014 at 23:23

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It's the only way!

Burrito de EJ25 > treesmakewater 08/06/2014 at 23:45

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I'm so mad that I wasn't born White.

treesmakewater > Burrito de EJ25 08/07/2014 at 00:15

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dont be, you might get pulled over/ticketed more (sad but true), but if you go to college you will get a LOT more financial aid (one of my friends is going to the same school as me, has a similar GPA in a similar field, and his parents make about twice what my parents do. I get $2K in aid a semester he gets 3-5K)

That being said I was completely prepared for a ticket that day.

blacktruck18 > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/07/2014 at 00:32

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Long read but kind of funny and I almost got raped by and old drunk woman.

Okay, so I used to be a complete idiot. I was 20 and living in my hometown 10,000 people, country as shit town on the Illinois/Indiana border. I had just bought my 1992 Talon earlier in the night. After getting the car I do my usual Friday night running around/hanging out stuff. At one point in the night I partook in a couple of beers and other party favors. I also took a friend to the liquor store. When we left the store he threw the bag with the bottle of Jack Daniels he had just bought in the backseat of the car. The bottle bounced off the seat and hit the driveline tunnel and broke in turn spilling Jack all over the floor. I bitch and yell a little but whatever. We just drove around the rest of the night with the windows down because the car reeked. Drop him off around 1:00am and head out in the country to a girls house. I decide I just bought a fast car. I should drive fast. I am doing 115 going up a hill and as soon as I crest the hill there is a county sheriff coming the other way. As soon as he sees me he turns on his lights on flips a u and starts chasing me. I obediently pull over shut off the car, stick my hands out the driver side window and start shitting myself. The sheriff was going so fast to try and catch me that he flew past me and had to bust another u turn and come back to my car which was pretty funny.

He pulls in behind me (after doing a third u-turn) jumps out of his car and runs up to my car and sticks his gun in the window and is yelling at me to get out of the car. I open the door and as soon as I start to step out of the car my body remembers the party favors. I pretty much pour myself out of the car with his gun pointed at my face and him still screaming. He throws me on the hood, yells some more, tells me all the tickets he is going to write me. Then in a split second chills the fuck out and puts the gun away. Then, he smells the stench of Jack Daniels wafting from my car and he starts yelling again. I explain the situation and checks the floor and sees that it is still wet and believes me but, he asks me if I have been drinking. I say yes and he gives me a breathalyzer on the spot. No sobriety test straight for the portable breathalyzer. I blow a .001 the lowest the machine can register. All the while he somehow doesn't notice that I am fucked up on other stuff.

He asks for my license, registration, and insurance, which, I had no proof of because we finished the paperwork at the dealership after my insurance agent closed. This happened in January of 2001 there was no, oh ya I can download the cards to my phone. Goddam kids and you fancy smart phone razzmatazz. Then he asks me if I know where the county jail is. I say yes and he tells me to get back in my car and he will follow me there, which shocked the hell out of me. But he added that if I tried to run away he will run me off the road. I proceed to jail still fucked up from the party favors. I have never driven so steady in my whole life. In spite of my state there could have been an angry starving lion in the back seat of the car and by the time we got to the jail he would have been purring like a kitten with a belly full of milk.

We go in the jail and he gives me another breathalyzer and I blow a .000. Awesome, I think to my self there is a little bit of trouble I might be out of. Nope, as soon as I begin my mental celebrations over that little triumph he looks me did in the face and says- exact quote- "What else are you on boy." I am on shit my pants again officer that it what I am on. He starts yelling again, which wakes up the old drunk angry woman in the holding cell right by us and she joins in on the yelling. Unlike him though she was yelling about Jesus not taking me to the hospital to do a blood draw like he is. After he chills out I convince him (or he was bored of me) that I took some Benadryl earlier in the night and it had messed me up. He looks at the holding cell with the drunk old crazy woman in it and kind of pushes me towards it and pulls out his keys. The old lady gets all excited and says (through 4 teeth) - exact quote again- "Oh ya boy I am gonna put some Jesus all over your young cock." Oh good, this is how my night gets worse, fighting off an old drunk woman who wants my young cock. Perfect.

The sheriff looks at her, laughs and tells me you can sit out in the hallway by the door. I end up in a little hallway right next to the entry way to the jail. Two sides of the entry was were normal cell doors once of which I am locked behind. The other sides were the bullet proof glass that the dispatcher sat behind and the front door of the jail. I am sitting there for about 30 minutes and the sheriff comes back with a handful of tickets:

Speeding 115 in a 65

Reckless driving

No proof of insurance

Burnt out license plate light (which the sales lady at the dealership had told me about and agreed to have fixed the next morning when the service department was open).

Illegal Consumption of Alcohol by a Minor

And finally Illegal Transportation of Alcohol and Illegal Possession of Alcohol by Minor.

Because he was a prick I got two tickets for a busted Jack Daniels bottle in the back of my car.

He tells me my bail is $300 to which I get all excited because I had that much cash on me. As soon as I tell him that he says he isn't going to let me bail myself I have to have some one come get me. Fine fuck, I call my cousin, he comes to the jail to get me out he walks in and I him the cash through the bars and he hands it through the hole in the bullet proof glass to the dispatcher lady she hands him a receipt for the bail and the key to the cell door. He opens the door and lets me out. I then kindly lock the door behind me and give the lady the key back. The sheriff walks out into the entryway and tells me I have to leave my car at the jail until the morning. We get out to my cousin's car and I realize it is 3:30 in the MORNING and have him take me to my car and go home.

The following Monday I go to the County Prosecutor and tell him I am trying to join the Air Force (which was true) and if he can make it go away I will be out of town soon. I also mention the sheriff sticking his gun in my face during a completely routine traffic stop, while I was just sitting in my car with it turned of not resisting or anything. And how I thought that might be some kind of police brutality He looks at me kind of shocked and says he is going to get the dash cam video from the cop car and he will call me the next day.

The next day the prosecutor calls me and says they will drop all of the charge except for the Illegal Consumption of Alcohol which I will get a $100 fine and 30 days court supervision for and they will drop the ticket down to 80 in a 55 which will be a $200 fine. I agree to it and he tells me to be at the court house the next day at 1:00 and he will move my court date up and I will see the judge that day and it will be done.

The next day I go to court get called be fore the judge who rejects the plea deal. The prosecutor then walks up to the judge and whispers in his ear the whole bit about the gun and everything. The judge accepts the deal, I pay the fines on the spot and go on my happy way.

As soon as I get out of court I have voice mail from my Air Force Recruiter telling me to call him. I do he tells me they had just pulled my arrest record and there was all this stuff on there and they couldn't take me. So I did end up getting screwed just not by the sheriff.

The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL > blacktruck18 08/07/2014 at 00:48

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That sucks.

Burrito de EJ25 > treesmakewater 08/07/2014 at 00:59

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dont be, you might get pulled over/ticketed more (sad but true)

treesmakewater > Burrito de EJ25 08/07/2014 at 01:12

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If I'm missing a joke in there somewhere please fill me in.

Eric in the PNW > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/07/2014 at 02:02

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Mine is pretty sad... I hate mobile radar.

When I got my license the police in my area didn't have it. In fact, I think they all got it around the same time, based on a slew of tickets I got soon afterward. Once I moved somewhere sane I only got one ticket from doing crazy above the speed limit.

The first of the series was after I got my only ride ever in a police car (in Canada) after a really messed up series of events. On that ride, handcuffed, chatting with the constable, I was looking around and noticed his mobile radar, which we talked about at length. I knew about it, I'd seen it. I thought it was only in Canada. I was wrong.

At the station the nice constable ran interference for me and the crown (presumably, the Queen) released me on some kind of promise (I don't understand it exactly, but apparently your bail is a debt to the crown or something like that, and they release you if they believe you'll return or something. It's been years and I really didn't understand the laws there at the time.). It was a surreal experience, including about 1.5 hours in a cell, a cold microwaved dinner "lunch", a strange change of tune from everyone (I assume the constable was instrumental in it), a tank of gas compliments of the crown, and a high-speed police escort to a ferry terminal (I kid you not) where I was made the first passenger and the police checked the rest of the passengers before they boarded because they believed I was in danger (you couldn't make this stuff up - I went from being a wanted person that was arrested at gunpoint to someone they believed was in danger of being hurt and I was ultimately given a full tank of gas and a protective police escort).

Running up to the events that evening/night/morning, I had lost everything I had. No cash, no license, no cards, and no gas.

After returning to the US, I ended up driving until I was almost out of gas, leaving me broke and homeless. Although I had money in the bank, the timing was terrible. If it had been a weekday instead of the first day of a long holiday weekend, I could have just written in my account number and signed my name to get some cash...but not then. Using my laptop and wifi I was able to locate a bank adjacent to a gas station and near a business park that had wifi.

Two days later, when I was running low on emergency food I kept in the car (part of it consumed up there) and nervous about running out of fuel from idling to keep the car temperate and battery up, I wandered into the gas station. I hadn't showered in over five days. I figured I could see if there was somewhere I could sell the little I had to continue on. They ended up calling my father and taking a card number over the phone to buy me a tank of gas and anything I could eat from the convenience store. Never seen that before. Stocked up on anything I could think of that would be at least marginally nutritious and that didn't require refrigeration.

I then made it another 2/3rds of a tank closer to home, where I stopped and waited for a bank branch to open the next day so I could get some cash. After I did, I ecstatically went to a grocery store for supplies, filled my tank, and even found a KOA to take a shower. Few moments have ever been as joyous as that.

So, after another stop for gas, I'm driving along the happiest I've been in over two weeks, and I see a cop coming the opposite direction. I look down. I'm going way over. I let off and hope he doesn't realize, since brakes are a dead giveaway. He hits his, spins around, and I pull over, just sitting there waiting for him.

He wasn't the worst officer ever, and I only know this because I don't really remember him at all. He gave me a speeding ticket. I can't even recall what it was for, but I think 20-30 over in a 55. I'm pretty sure he wrote it lower than my actual speed, but I may never know.

I eventually made it home about two weeks later. By then, I had gone through so much that I was despondent. I barely got out of bed for three months. When the letter came in for the ticket I couldn't deal with it, was sure I couldn't afford it, and put it somewhere, probably thinking I'd do something about it once I had a job again.

Fast forward to two years ago. I'm living in another state, on my third license since the replacement, and I have been living on my own for years. Bought numerous guns, traveled around the world, and worked where I had been thoroughly background checked. I have no clue what happened nor when, but a bench warrant was issued for that ticket at some point.

So I'm on one of my relatively-routine long weekend vacations. Canada. I flew up to a town near the border, rented a car, and drove in. I'd been back 6 times since then and everything always went fine. This time on my return the guy checks me and asks me a bunch of questions, then they harshly herd me into a parking spot and send me inside.

I might miss my plane.

They look me up and tell me I have a bench warrant and that they could arrest and extradite me. I couldn't figure out what it could be; they must be confusing me with someone else. Then they notice that the warrant indicates they may not extradite, so they call the jurisdiction and ask me about a traffic ticket. They collect some info from the person there, give it to me, and tell me to contact them immediately on my return.

I make it back just in time to return the car and catch my flight.

The next day I call them up.

$20

I laughed. You have to be kidding me. The lady was pretty funny and actually grew up a couple miles from where I lived at the time.

There was some crazy fee for credit card payments over the phone. I paid it even though it nearly doubled my fine, just to get rid of it.

If I knew it was that little in the first place (either the letter didn't say or I had so little I couldn't fathom affording it at the time, I'll probably never know), I probably would have found some way to pay it.

I apologize for grammar and spelling errors since I tapped this out on my phone...

thebigbossyboss > blacktruck18 08/08/2014 at 14:54

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Damn son. Some lessons gotz to be learned the hard way. Have learned a few lessons the hard way too.

thebigbossyboss > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/08/2014 at 15:07

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It wasn't good man.

I was driving around in my friends car, (me driving him drunk in passenger seat) and we picked up some more friends. "I drive too slow" they said.

So this other guy drove.

He passed a cop on the wrong side of the road doing 123km/h in a 60 km/h zone (about 75 in a 35).

It just went down hill from there...

5 tickets split between driver and owner. Driver had license suspended.

Cop told me "You are going to drive this car home." (we were about 6 blocks away from the owners address) "If I see it out on the road tonight again, I don't care who is behind the wheel, I am impounding it". Ok.

I drove home. And wasn't responsible for any of the tickets. It was intense though.

GoPDemon > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/09/2014 at 09:48

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Which mountain in Ottawa?

The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL > GoPDemon 08/09/2014 at 11:04

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The Gats.

The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL > GoPDemon 08/09/2014 at 11:05

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Or "Samuel du Champlain" as it's formally known.

GoPDemon > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/09/2014 at 16:03

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like gatineau park?

GoPDemon > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 08/18/2014 at 16:50

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Is this your article? http://www.carguydad.com/where-in-lies-…

The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL > GoPDemon 08/19/2014 at 09:24

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Yes it is. Wow, I forgot all about that. Damn.

Horo > The-Ever-Socially-Apathetic TBAL 09/27/2015 at 16:07

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I’m late to the party by about a year but it’s 6am and I can’t sleep.

I’ve done plenty of stupid things in cars. The worst accident I’ve been in was going through a roundabout (I’m Australian) at too high of a speed and slamming into the sharp curb. Ruined the front left rim and the whole front suspension had to be replaced. This was 100% my fault. I wasn’t used to the car and was racing another car at the time. The car I was driving had terrible traction and understeered badly. The road we were racing on merged from two lanes into one and then into the roundabout. I got a bit confused because I didn’t want to slam on my brakes and try to merge into his lane to make the roundabout and cut him off and cause an accident since I was a little in front. He finally realised what was happening, hit the brakes and I was able to merge, but I was too late. Probably braked half a second too late to make it. Oh well.

I also had a 300ZX TT when I was a bit younger. Absolutely loved that car and I miss it to bits. The only time I ever unintentionally lost traction was the first time I hit boost in the rain. It just wiggled a bit and I eased off. Scared the crap out of me, but it was a lesson learned.

I’ve been in accidents where it wasn’t my fault, too. A bus accident which killed the driver of another vehicle, and also a car pulling out in front of me whilst I was doing 70km/h (the speed limit). I t-boned him and almost killed his passenger: his 8 year old son. He blew a BAC of 0.23 picking his son up from school.