Police Discrimination-Funny story 914/911 related, The names have been changed to protect the guilty Options

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So, my name is Jonathan, I’ll call my self Rocket, and I am cruzing along, just minding my own business, when I gots to get off the freeway to meet up with markb, I’ll call him Joe. I pull off and see Mark, I mean Joe, and flip a UEY behind him so that we can get right back on the freeway. At this point Joe, in his 914, is ahead of me, in my 911. Mark, I mean Joe, gets through the stop sign first and hits the ramp and is gone. Not gone like GONE, just gone like around the corner and out of sight because of the little hill not the speed from that big 1.7 he’s got. I wait my turn and then take off down the ramp. Now you can say that I was GONE because my cars kinda fast with its nice 3 liter and all. Anyway, I hit the freeway goin wayfaster than traffic and look around only to find that there is a car between Joe and I. I glance over my left shoulder and bolt to the fast lane, grab another gear, mash the go fast pedal and swoop back in behind Mark, damn, I mean Joe. I have to hit the brakes to keep from runnin over my friend Joe and look in my mirror only to realize that there is a POLICE car back in the fast lane and that there is no way he missed my over zealous freeway entrance and no turnsignal swoop around that dang car that was between me and where I wanted to be. At this point Joe has made it to the fast lane, I think he thought I was going to run him over but it could have been the slow truck ahead of him too, and the POLICE car has made it to my rear bumper. I flash Joe the high beams to let him know that I am getting off the freeway at the request of the police and put on my signal to take the next off ramp at the same time. Mark, I mean Joe, guns it around the slow truck, remember that 1.7, I think the truck lifted, and dives from the fast lane to the off ramp. As I follow up the ramp I am lookin for a good place to get off the road for the nice POLICE man and watching my left side mirror at the same time. Every time I think about stopping I realize that the cop is just way to close and is going to pass me if I do. I don’t want to make the POLICE man mad so I keep going and going sorta half on the road and half off. Meanwhile Joe has made it to the top of the ramp. I finally dive out of the way of the POLICE car and roll down my window and stop all at about the same time. The Police man, actually there are 2 of them in the car, rolls up next to me with his window already down and before he can say any thing, I blurt out all nervous because I think he has passed me and is goin to be mad, “I didn’t know where you wanted me to stop” He looks at me and, with his partner chuckeling, says “My lights aren’t on, I didn’t want you to stop, but you really should slow down” and with that he bolted up the hill and made a right at the stop sign, just like Mark, I mean Joe. Now I need to find my friend Joe so I go up the hill and make a right also. I look around at the next stop sign and don’t see Joe so I go left. As I make the turn I see that Joe has pulled over in the parking lot of the sushi place and the POLICE man has pulled in right behind him with his LIGHTS on. At this point I freez and drive slowly past as though I don’t know what is goin on. I go down to the next corner and make a YUE and head back to my friend. On the way there, this happens in a split second, I decide that I am not going to let this POLICE man just pull me over, well sorta, and let me go only to pull over my friend and give him a ticket. I am going to pull right into that parking lot and park right next to mark, I mean Joe, so that he knows that even though my friends car is not as pretty as mine, it is still a PORSCHE and deserves the same respect as mine does. As I am pulling in I realize that the POLICE man is pulling away from Joe and that Joe did not get a ticket. Joe, I mean Mark, tells me that the POLICE man said that he pulled him over for the erratic lane change and freeway exit caused, I think, by my mad high beam flashing. Joe and I make another quick joke about not getting tickets and I say something stupid about should have taken a picture since I had my camera with me and we head on our way to Bondo’s house. Now you say to yourself, where’s the discrimination? No lights for the 911, LIGHTS for the 914. Like Joe and his 1.7 were gona run and get anywhere but out of his own way!!!!!!!!

Everything in this story is true, just ask Mark, except for some of the names, which were changed to protect the identity of the GUILTY, TICKETLESS BOOBS!!!!!