when I was 21-ish some time ago....LOL
I was getting lubricated a little with my neighborhood car buddies,
innocent stuff, not drunk, drinking/sharing a Dinkelacker Draft mini 2 ltr keg {spelling ?}
{I don't condone doing it either}
I was visiting at my parents house when they lived in Antioch Ca.,
I am friends with all of the neighbors & their children,
I pulled my 68 Charger R/T down the street, started to do a small burnout,
that turned into a, 300+ ft smoke show !!
Everyone all screaming & yelling & pointing, towards me,
me being the cool cat I am...LOL, I gave them the big thumbs up & continued to lite them up,
all the way down to the stop sign at the end of the street...
While turning around, going back to park my car,
I saw a neighbor Guy Hildger {who's house I started the burnout at},
who just so happens to also be a Contra Costa County Sheriff too...
He came straight over to me, gave me a death grip handshake, pulled me towards him
he said
"nice one, really impressive, but not the best thing to do in-front of someone's house,
who writes tickets for a living",
I said
"yeah I'm just showing off, you know me",
he then said
"yeah OK, keep the keys in your pants the rest of the day son"...
then he was walking back out of my smoke trails, still lingering, back to his home...
All my friends cracking up/laughing at me, saying "they tried to warn me"...
We still talk about that day, among a few of my friends,
I was thinking the absolute worse, but got really lucky...
It wasn't the smartest thing to do, obviously...He he ha ha
He was a pretty cool guy, his wife & my mom were good friends &
I taught his son allot about cars, even helped him out a couple times too...
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