Allright guys here is the story:

Beautiful day in Georgia, I was heading home from school in the z. Im up in North Georgia so all the crotch rockets/vettes/exotics come up to take on the curves. But this was the first nice weekend of the year so everybody and their brother was out for a ride. I am getting on GA 400S a 2 lane highway. Ive got my girl with me in the car. It is the very begginning of the highway and I am getting ready to turn on the entrance ramp when I look across the street and see a very nice (95?) black 355 spyder turning onto the highway behind me. I get a quick slap from my girl for losing concentration on our conversation (most our g/f's know how it is with guys like us, when we see a nice exotic). I am cruising in the right lane trying to bring the guy up beside me so I can get a closer look.

Here he comes, damn it is beautiful, not a scratch on it, just waxed, with just the right tint on the window. I give the driver a wave and he returns it. I dick around checking it out for about another 5 seconds, then enters the thought of seeing what she can do. I throw a rev at the guy, he glances over and doesn't do anything, but smirks. I feel like I've insulted the guy so I decided to save some undue grief and push on. I am still in the right lane beside him and there is traffic comming up ahead and the guy is keeping pace as I try to accelerate. I'm doing about 60 and drop from 5 to 3 and squeeze in front of him.

Well that did it! He decided he wasn't going to have any of that! So he does a cut to the right lane after we pass the traffic, you know the type you see in the movies that are like a hot knife through butter, and looks like it required no effort from the driver. We are still in the mountains and we pull up to the top of this hill with about a mile stretch before it dips and winds down the foot hills. He is to my right beside and then the guy cracks his window and stick 3 fingers out of it, to designate the countdown. I tighten my grips, one hand on the wheel one on the shifter. My g/f braces herself with the arm rest on the door and says "go for it" . Oh ya tunnel vision has definetly set in! I follow the count down in my head 3-2-1..GO BABY GO.

The mountains echo with the sound of (music) hell NO!. With sound of American V8 rumbling through a 40 series flow master, clashing with that of the high end trademark sound of an Italian exotic ripping up to the redline! The guys backend breaks lose followed by grey smoke coming from the rear. I get the jump on him and I dont let go his coming for me now! The sound is enormous echoing of the mountain sides. I see him creeping up on me his at my rear I grab 4 and push, glance at the speedo 105. I hear him hit his next gear. With a huge Italian roar he pushing past me. The curve ahead is coming up fast and neither of us our giving into our senses. Check the speedo 125, the wind has drowned out the noise. The road begins to bank down and to the right for the sweeping 30 (or less) degree curve ahead. His got the inside lane for the turn. No looking back now his pulled slightly ahead, I do a death grip on the steering wheel as we begin are turn. The tires are screaming as we enter the turn doing 130+. The z begins to kick out the rear end, as the smoke in the rear view lets me know Ive lost traction. The Ferrari dips into my lane as his rear slides just across the front of my bumper. We are both sliding 130+ into a curve.

HOLY ****!!!!!!

Ah the Ferrari's rear lights up red, his hit the breaks I respond immediatly. Tire smoke fills my vision. I drop another grear and a second later the smoke clears and there it is the worst thing possible. The local Sheriff with his LADR gun out! We both drop to a respectable 80 and cruise past the officer and towards the next curve. A glance in the rear view proves my worst fear he is trotting for his car head tilted to his shoulder radio. We disappear around the curve, I look at my g/f and then I continue looking past her at the Ferrari's driver just in time to see him drop a gear and make a break for it. I'm not taking the fall for this alone, I summon every bit of the z's power to run with it.

The Ferrari has jumped ahead by about 2 carlengths and is tucking behind the next curve, as we clear the curve I see a State Patrol passing on the other side of the grass median staring hard in our direction. We lose sight of him as he goes around the curve. As I re-focus on whats ahead the Ferrari has once again shown me red. As I close into the Ferrari to see whats up ahead, a huge chicken truck has turned onto the highway blocking the road. I glance back and rounding the corning is a blur of blue lights, its the State Patrol we passed. Sweating bullets I look for an opening around the chicken truck, nothing we've hit traffic for the outlet malls.

I glance back once again, my mirror is full of blue, just as I am ready to get a trip in the back of "Barney's" car. A black blur darts down the right of me. Its the Ferrari, he is trying to leave me as bate, he ducks down the road the chiken truck has just pulled out of. Suddenly the bulbous crown vic with blue lights jumps from view of my mirror sliding past me and around the corner after the "Bigger Fish"! My g/f screams, "GO..Its clear!" the truck has cleared a path. I slide past the truck and begin kicking up dust as I head for the cover of the outlet mall parking lot, with no time to waste I check my rear view one last time as I see two sherriffs passing the chicken truck.

I make a hard right into a parking lot. I quickly follow the road behind the malls drop off/recieving area cut across empty rows of parking spot and into a "primo parking spot" at the front of the local Apple B's. My g/f and I jump from the car in question and duck inside and sit at the nearest both with a window that surveys the highway and parking lot. We see no less then 6 more sheriff and State Patrol, cruise up/down the highway and in the parking lot.

A friend spots us in the restaurant, we run the story down for him, and a second later he calls BS. We anntee (spell?) up and tell him to grab his car and we drive back towards were the Ferrari & Cop turned sure enough the Ferrari didn't get far he was parked no more then 50 feet down the road with 3 more cop cars followed up behind him. We begin surveying the Ferrar, but there is no driver! My buddy spots a head in the back seat of the first cop car, yep sure enough there he is, handcuffed and all. Cops were all standing around one taking the center of the group pointing at the road from which he came. We turned around to head back to the mall just in time to see a flat bed to truck turn in behind us.

The End
Needless to say the remainder of the day was spent in self reflection!

 

Exilerating isn't it?

 

Very wild. Awsome, and dude you lucked out big time. But shoot, motor on.

 

Nice story.

 

First off try using a few paragraphs next time. It makes it much easier on the readers eyes. Now as far as the race goes all I can say is you two both deserve to have your cars taken away. I'm basing that opinion on the following details from your story.

You raced to speeds over 130mph. You were on a public highway. There was some traffic. There was a curve in the road you took at well over 100mph.

What that means to me is you (and the Ferarri) had absolutely no respect for your life, your girlfriends life and the lives of innocent motorists who might have been on that highway that day. When you saw the Ferarri you were so caught up with the idea of whether or not you could that you didn't once even consider whether or not you should.

Forget jail. Your lucky to be ALIVE. I hope you considered that during your day of "self-reflection". I understand your young and were caught up in the moment but someone could have been killed and then it's not so fun anymore. I seriously hope you never do something that stupid again.

The life you save may just be your own.

 

I wanted to set up a paragraph form but i cant get the paragraph to indent.

As far as everthing else go's your right! I should have been thinking better!

 

best story evar

 

that is intense man very nice ---- cept the hole cop part that woulda sucked big time

 

Nice one, now you're marked, and believe me, they won't forget.

Been there done that. LOL better be on your best behavior for a while... For a solid year I got a ticket almost every weekend... Stereo too loud, switching lanes without signaling, speeding: 65 in a 60, having improper tail lens covers, illegal tint, noise violations, parking tickets... The list goes on, it sucks.

 

Oh, and not to mention they'll search your car at every opportunity. Just a hassle, better to pull over, take the ticket, and have it pleaded down to a parking fine.

 

Then again......... There were the times I got away clean too.... hope you get away clean.

 

Damn son! what is your story?
You defiantley pist in someone's cheerio's

 

Heh, let's just say the cops around here are very astute, and they see the same guys every weekend... Well, at our particular favorite spot anyway.

 

Hey, I live in Dahlonega, do you live around here? I'm right across from North Georgia College. It's cool knowing exactly where all of this went down.

 

Thats awesome man! I go to NGCSU. It was Dawsonville sheriffs that toted the ferrari and the guy away. Man I've only talked to like one other F-body here in D-town. We should get together and talk cars sometime. Not that I mind but I am getting a headache from all of the ricers running around town. Did you see they were opening a Advanced Auto in town, bout time.

Hollar at me if you see me! I drive a black z28 with "HETHERZ" written on the LP. It is has a dent on the right rear quater, and I park next to the guard shack at the school like every day.