A little humor here: Todays Columbus Dispatch: A 65-year-old woman recently came under suspicion, she reported, for having a Buckeye leaf decal on her car. The cops mistook it for a marijuana symbol. “It’s just amazing they would be that dumb,” Bonnie Jonas-Boggioni said. :roll:
Funny stuff Don.....I linked the full story below. Nice of him to advise her on her choice of car decals!? Maybe I shouldn't carry my phone around??? :? http://www.dispatch.com/content/sto...eye-leaf-mistaken-by-police-out-of-state.html
Perfect... I can attest to the fact that there are some excellent police officers in Tennessee and there are some that pull that average score down quite a bit. I was named after Tommy Elder, a Metro Police Officer that retired about 15 years ago as a detective. In 1975, I was driving a 1965 Plymouth Belvedere. My cousin and I bought the car for $40 so you can imagine the condition. It was our "learn to work on cars" car. I was driving down Lebanon Rd in Hermitage when I felt the rear end fish tail slightly and then a little more. There was a Metro Police Officer following. He turns on the lights and siren. I touch the brakes and the pedal goes to the floor. What had happened was a left rear axle bearing had seized and that bearing is the only thing that holds the axle in a Mopar 8 3/4 " rearend. The left rear axle had started walking out of the axle housing. When I hit the brakes, the left rear shoes popped out since the drum had walked out with the axle. A 65 Belvedere has a single master cylinder. You lose rear brakes and you also lose front. Not being able to stop (Emergency brakes activate the rear which is now gone), I started gearing down to slow the car. The police officer grew impatient and flew around my car and slid to a stop in front of me. I tried to miss him by cutting the wheel hard left. That made the axle come all the way out. I still hit the cop car and the entire wheel/axle assembly bounced over my car and through the back window of the police car. That mental midget tried arrest me for attempted vehicular homicide. His Sergent came on scene, investigated, and determined that my accounting of want had occurred was the most believable and they let me go. Metro wound up paying for the front end damage to the car which was about 20 times what we paid for the car.
Back then, there was many times that I should have been killed. I was not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
Who of us was? Certainly not I. Someday, when we are gathered together and swapping tales, remind me to tell you about my $50 purchase of a 1952 Chevy while in college in South Bend. It's a funny story but too long to tell here. Great story, Tom. :lol:
I apologize. I should have known that if anyone here was saintly as a young man, it would be you......or maybe gipper. :lol:
And that's why we avoid Mopar!!! I don't know about you guys, but I was sharp as a hammer! When's the next gathering? I want to hear Sid's story!
I was walking out of the ranch supply store the other day when I saw a bumper sticker on a car parked across the street that read, "I miss Chicago." I thought I should do the neighborly thing and help this poor fella' out. So, I broke out the driver's side window, stole the satellite radio, grabbed all the CDs, siphoned all the gas out of the tank, keyed the side of the car, shot out two of the tires and left a note that read, "I hope this helps!"
On January 9th, a group of Pekin, Illinois bikers were riding west on I-74 when they saw a girl about to jump off the Murray Baker Bridge . So they stopped. George, their leader, a big burly man of 53, gets off his Harley, walks through a group of gawkers, past the State Trooper, and says, "What are you doing?" She says, "I'm going to commit suicide." While he didn't want to appear "sensitive," he didn't want to miss a be-a-legend opportunity either so he asked ... "Well, before you jump, why don't you give me a kiss?" So, with no hesitation at all, she leaned back over the railing and did just that ... and it was a long, deep, lingering kiss followed immediately by another one. After they finished, George gets approval from his biker-buddies, the onlookers, and even the State Trooper, and says, "Wow! That was the best kiss I have ever had Honey! That's a real talent you're wasting Sugar Shorts. You could be famous if you rode with me. Why are you committing suicide?" "My parents don't like me dressing up like a girl." It's still unclear whether she jumped or was pushed.