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[Ace Le Count]

Does anyone have some crazy 914 stories that they'd like to share? Maybe your son/daughter was born in one? Maybe you drag raced someone that was getting cocky because they thought their riced out civic was faster? Maybe you used a 914 as a getaway car after you robbed a bank? How has your 914 saved the day?

[EvilOlderBrother]

Let's go back to 1973. Our Mother asks me to take my little brother (Panel Billy) out for a long weekend so she can get some quiet time. We grab some sleeping bags and hop in my '70 Adriatic Blue 914 to head to Soap Lakes in Eastern Washington. Those knowing eastern Washington recognize that there is no way we can stay at or even close to the posted speed limit. Top down and flying along, we come around a bend only to be met with a Washington State Patrol coming the other way. Looking in my mirror I see him hit his brakes but know there are only a few places for him to turn around. Look at Billy and say, we need soda and gas and passed a station a few miles back. So, with our wheelbase, jump a quick U-turn and head back.
Just get the car up to a good speed only to see the same State Patrol guy come by as he had also made a U-turn. Pulled into the gas station, sent Billy in to pick up cold sodas and he comes out to just in time to see the white Dodge pull up behind me. Billy's eyes were as big as saucers (probably thinking of jail) but the cop just looked at both of us and told me to slow it down. He tailed us for a few miles before taking off after someone else. We had a nice weekend except for both getting thoroughly sunburned.