QUOTE("Red Lion on Nissanclub forums")
Kind of hesitant to post this, but, here it goes.
As many of you know, your boy Red is a touge racer. Mountain passer. Back-roads cowboy, you get the idea. Lately I've been clearing stress on a nice long course near my hometown, a mountainous road with lots of highspeed sweepers and some long straights in between. Not very technical of a course but good for some blood pumping and stress relief.
So I went out on it last weekend around dusk but two corners into it I had transmission problems and I couldn't get my transmission to even go into a gear. Well, there's a long 1/4 mile straight after those two corners and I stopped about halfway through and managed to get it into gear. Well, I looked behind me and there was a car coming up over the hill and fast down the 1/4 mile straight. I decide not to stay in his way so I book it and go. I look behind me and he's gaining on me, really fast. He's not out here for a nice evening cruise, he's out for speed. I am NOT in the mood.
Full throttle, I go at it down the rest of the 1/4 mile stretch, and dive into the first lefthander at 60mph, I then hit the gas, brake hard, and fly into the next corner at 65mph and gas on the way out. I fly into an 1/8 mile straight but I can't shift into 4th so I just have to make do and keep it at 6000rpm until the next corner. The car is still behind me, catching up on the straight but he got left behind a little on the corners.
I brake hard, enter the first of three consecutive corners (a right hander) at 65mph, keep it stable, set up my line for the next corner, left hander, and enter at 65mph, gas, brake a little, enter the last corner a right hander at 60mph, keep it stable as there's a few oncoming cars (don't want to slip and cause an accident) and then I hit the gas. Exit speed around 70 as I go down one last small straight, the car behind me is there striving to keep up but getting left behind. There's a truck at the end of the straight so I slow a tad, but he's going straight down a fork in the road and I take the other path: two consecutive uphills.
Shoot down the last bit of the straight, brake hard, enter at about 65mph, hit the gas, slight understeer to fight with so I maintain throttle control, set up my line for the last corner a right hander, keep it stable as another car comes down the hill and rocket out at 70mph plus. I try to shift again, but the transmission is jamming, so I put on the hazards and slow down.
About 1/8 mile after the corners I see the headlights coming uphill, and about a 1/4 mile after the corners, when I've finally slowed to a complete stop and am turning, the car behind finally has caught up to me. He's not slowing down, and when he sees I'm turning into the nearest driveway he passes me in the oncoming lane and goes by. I'm curious as to what he is, so I turn to look as he passes, expecting to see a modded Civic or such, a Stang, maybe a Vette or even a Porsche. Instead I see a Crown Victoria with the nice pretty yellow words "Sherrif" painted across the side doors.
...
Why he didn't put his lights on or stop I don't know. Maybe he was thinking "get out of my way you fat foor door family sedan, I have to catch up to that sports car that outran me on the mountain!"
As many of you know, your boy Red is a touge racer. Mountain passer. Back-roads cowboy, you get the idea. Lately I've been clearing stress on a nice long course near my hometown, a mountainous road with lots of highspeed sweepers and some long straights in between. Not very technical of a course but good for some blood pumping and stress relief.
So I went out on it last weekend around dusk but two corners into it I had transmission problems and I couldn't get my transmission to even go into a gear. Well, there's a long 1/4 mile straight after those two corners and I stopped about halfway through and managed to get it into gear. Well, I looked behind me and there was a car coming up over the hill and fast down the 1/4 mile straight. I decide not to stay in his way so I book it and go. I look behind me and he's gaining on me, really fast. He's not out here for a nice evening cruise, he's out for speed. I am NOT in the mood.
Full throttle, I go at it down the rest of the 1/4 mile stretch, and dive into the first lefthander at 60mph, I then hit the gas, brake hard, and fly into the next corner at 65mph and gas on the way out. I fly into an 1/8 mile straight but I can't shift into 4th so I just have to make do and keep it at 6000rpm until the next corner. The car is still behind me, catching up on the straight but he got left behind a little on the corners.
I brake hard, enter the first of three consecutive corners (a right hander) at 65mph, keep it stable, set up my line for the next corner, left hander, and enter at 65mph, gas, brake a little, enter the last corner a right hander at 60mph, keep it stable as there's a few oncoming cars (don't want to slip and cause an accident) and then I hit the gas. Exit speed around 70 as I go down one last small straight, the car behind me is there striving to keep up but getting left behind. There's a truck at the end of the straight so I slow a tad, but he's going straight down a fork in the road and I take the other path: two consecutive uphills.
Shoot down the last bit of the straight, brake hard, enter at about 65mph, hit the gas, slight understeer to fight with so I maintain throttle control, set up my line for the last corner a right hander, keep it stable as another car comes down the hill and rocket out at 70mph plus. I try to shift again, but the transmission is jamming, so I put on the hazards and slow down.
About 1/8 mile after the corners I see the headlights coming uphill, and about a 1/4 mile after the corners, when I've finally slowed to a complete stop and am turning, the car behind finally has caught up to me. He's not slowing down, and when he sees I'm turning into the nearest driveway he passes me in the oncoming lane and goes by. I'm curious as to what he is, so I turn to look as he passes, expecting to see a modded Civic or such, a Stang, maybe a Vette or even a Porsche. Instead I see a Crown Victoria with the nice pretty yellow words "Sherrif" painted across the side doors.
...
Why he didn't put his lights on or stop I don't know. Maybe he was thinking "get out of my way you fat foor door family sedan, I have to catch up to that sports car that outran me on the mountain!"
Mai pe scurt: gagiul a fost urmarit de un politist pe drum intortocheat de munte, cand l-a prins in sfarsit din urma a trecut pe langa el nesuspectand sedanul de mers la piata si continuand in cautarea unei masini sport care de fapt nu exista.
Gagiul cu pricina conduce un Nissan Altima.
. Daca vroia sa il opreasca punea sirenele... eu cred ca politia se grabea altundeva si n-avea timp sa il opreasca pe vitezomanu' gica... in plus nu stiu cum e in state dar la noi degeaba merge politistul in spatele tau cu 200 km/h... ca daca n-are radar nu are ce sa-ti faca, doar proba video + radar fiind admisa in instanta.
On a charge of attempted murder, the jury may find the defendant guilty of attempted manslaughter. This would follow from s.20 of the Code read in conjunction with the 1981 section quoted above.
