Come to think of it, the FHP trooper looked kinda like a punk ass kid too. Dayum, Everybody does anymore.

So the Old guy (yes, with his lady) argued with the cop? That's a riot. I've got no idea what he had to argue about. He was had...cold! I even rolled my window down and waggled my finger at him to let him know he was a bad boy!

If he were smart, like moi, he'd read TR so he would know that stuff like street racing is dangerous and highly illegal. He would also know that Ford LTD's are much faster than Aston Martins.

 

Yes, TR does do quite a public service now, doesn't it. The punk ass kid comment about the cop reminds me of a time I got pulled over about 5 years ago, this cop must have been fresh out of the academy, I was 25, but I know I had him by a few years, it felt really awkward saying yes sir, no sir, but it worked, I didn't get a ticket That was the first time I was stopped by someone younger than me.

 

Yeah, it sucks. I keep wanting to bitch slap Race495 and ask if his mommy knows he sneaked daddy's pistol out of the house for show and tell.

 

a kid from the same graduating class as me is a bellair pd, i couldn't even imagine getting pulled over by him, nonetheless trying to take him serious after the stuff i saw in high school that he pulled....im only 21 and im already starting to feel old

 

21 is a little early yet. Somewhere around 25-26 I realized I wasn't going to live forever and I better get my shit together. Then I just turned 30 last november, didn't even notice because I also got married, opened a car lot, and bought a house in the same two month period (I have learned to handle stress quite well ). Now that things have calmed down a little, I'm starting to feel 30, but I wouldn't say I feel old yet. Dirt, any input?

 

Yup, 21 is the breakpoint. You look forward to your 13th, 16th 18th and 21st birthdays. Seems like time drags on forever and they will never come. Once you do somehow reach 21, you have this mad desire to slow time down so you can enjoy your newfound adulthood with all its rights and privledges. But, noooooo. After 21, you're on a slipery slope and you're screaming ass downhill at about Mach 10. Your butt clenches as tight as a gnat's ass stretched over a rain barrell with the speed that things go by. About a week after your 21st birthday, you notice that you are now 30. Another week and you are hitting 40. WTF! Slow down! Who's that 6' tall punk kid with the ring in his nose calling me dad? Another week and you're 50. Dayum, what is going on? Now the ring nosed punk is losing some hair around the temples and is playing video games with some smart mouth little juvenile delinquent with green hair. Well, it's like Thursday on my current week. Looks like I've got just about enough time left for a 2 week vacation. I'm gonna need it.

 

That was great, and as I'm quickly learning, all too true.

 

hahaahahaahahahaahaha!!! i was at my mom's house for dinner the other night and she pointed out some grey hairs.

 

Maybe some reverse psychology? Man, I can't wait until I turn 40, that's going to be so cool!!!!