A friend and I decide we're going to head out last night to see if we could find any more trouble to get into like the previous night.

Run around watch some newbs almost kill each other out at CCIS, watch an Evo and STi show everyone how they cannot drive, etc. Nothing real spectacular.

As the cops show up at CCIS we head out to BSIS and come across a nice sportbike. As the light turns and the straight part of the onramp to the track begins the bike pops up on one wheel and rides it out for a nice amount of time before having to make the turn. He gets on it a bit when the track finally starts, and I put KITT in persuit mode.

We start pulling ever so slightly on the bike before he lets out of it. He looks behind him, nd to his surprise, there I am. Having to put a lot of pressure on the brakes to avoid making him a permenant fixture of the track. He switches over to the left lane and paces me. I drop to third, and in a beautiful sweet spot of 3500rpm.

Just as I put on the brakes to raise the boost I hear a bad sound... "KA Band detected". Oh shit... I motion to the bike and point to my radar, he gets the hint and we calm shit down.

Well about 30 seconds up the road, there he is. Mr. Ociffer waiting for us. At this point we're both doing under the speed limit, so I hoped we'd be safe.

Wrong.

The cops pulls out and gets behind the bike, and pulls him over.

Damn, shitty luck I thought...

Well from out of nowhere comes some very familiar headlights. Fuck, I thought... maybe he clocked the bike and not me.

Wrong. He slams the gas and comes inches from pitting the rear of my car through his windshield. He throws the lights on, and proceeds to pull me over.

Damn...

He was ok about the whole thing. Of course we weren't racing. So there's nothing there, but apparently we were doing 30+ mph over the speed limit at one point. Which apparently since Oct. 1st is a mandatory court date.

Yay.

And as always this is of course a ficticious story