I was kind of sorry I wasn't part of that one, Silverbear. I was an inventive kid and a well know little shyte disturber and that would have been so right up my alley. Alas I was in my 40's and this character was one of my bosses sons.
Fast Eddy is born.
The old dad wouldn't let me get my license until I was 18 for good reason. Then I could get it myself without a parent signing. I will admit to having a rather cavalier attitude towards authority. Your only guilty if they catch you at it.
My uncle, dads older brother, sold cars for a Chevrolet dealership and when I got my license dad took me down to see my uncle and buy me a car. A very little used but very rusty 1953 Mercury Meteor 4 door.with 60,000 miles. Canadian model only, Ford.
It had a Mercury 255ci V8 and not the 239ci V8. I got that car in a lot of trouble.
We all hung out in a small local mall with a restaurant and one night a guy who thought he was the alpha male rolls in his 1955 Chrysler. John Otis part of the Otis Elevator, Otis's. He was 350 pounds of mean on a 5'10" frame. A lot of dads money does stupid things to people.
We had had a few run ins and he still claimed he could out run the Meteor with his car. I usually ignored him but that night wasn't the night. Standard race place was getting really popular with the police so we went up the city street that ran past the mall to a cross street and started.
My well oiled friend decided he'd wave us off. Now I have to stop and pick him up. then catch Mr. Otis. Having done that and just as he was getting left behind I passed a side street. I looked over and there were two police cars pulled up each one facing the opposite direction so the drivers could talk and right near the road we are on.
The light comes on and all I could do is pull over. They knew my car so it was the only smart thing to do. I'm sitting there contemplating the size of the fine and the length of time my license and I would be parted when Officer Friendly, his first name was Not appears at the window, looks over at my friend, a notorious scamp and well known at #3 Traffic, then looks at me, breaks into a large smile and says "Well, if it isn't, Fast Eddy."
Officer Not Friendly had us on the curb/kurb for at least 10 solid minutes reading the two of us the riot act about speeding, listing the fines I was libel for, lost of license time, Sweet Mercy. That long?, That much?, while the other officer was roasting Mr. Otis at the same time.
The fine, since we looked sufficiently chastised was 10 miles over the limit. It hurt and cost us a couple of points on our license. We weren't on radar and we could have fought it but it was a well know fact that if you did when they did catch you on radar they would spend time safety inspecting your car and writing up anything they could then looking to see what else they could charge you with that might be in the rule book. They had a few standards such as reckless or careless driving.
You had to try and get out of the charges if they might be shady. We couldn't afford a lawyer.
Me? Guilty as they come. I looked down at the speedometer when I saw the cops and it read 90mph. I was in a 30mph zone.
Steve.