I would like to hear anyone's best Shelby story and run in with the law. Currently I have none but looking to make some memories...
Last time I drove my Shelby the cops followed me home, does that count?
Leaving an event after a recent carb rebuild my secondary circuit opened up a little quicker than intended.... as I fried the tires and was getting sideways, an officer was just getting off the exit. I tried to jump on the interstate and go the opposite direction only to be chased down. That Cost me...
Was chirping my tires a couple days before Xmas when I was like 19 or 20...Guy pulls up to me in a nondescript white car(leather jacket,tiger stripe ray bans) and says"if you want to do that go to Irwindale".."Whatever" I say to him,light em up and take off...He starts following me aggressively.I think some crazy idiot is chasing me so I hit it and start running through the gears pulling away easily.I make a left to try and lose him,go through the gears again and now I am like a block ahead of him.Just as I make another left two things happen.1.the red light goes on inside his car and 2.two marked cruisers block the road at the next corner...Strangely enough I wasn't arrested,probably because I insisted his light wasn't on during the pursuit so I didn't know he was a cop(which he denied)I believe(it's been awhile)I was charged with exhibition of speed,speeding,and reckless driving,which would have meant the loss of my license,but was later reduced to simple speeding(which is another story entirely and REALLY pissed off the cop)...Moral of the story(I guess)is to be sure you know who is chasing you.....Also learned that my P.I. trumps Johnny Laws (or at least what they had back then... ;D 8)
Heh, heh. Remembering Phil driving away from my parent's house, idling away in 1st gear, shifting into 2nd & letting off the gas to coast down to the stop sign: the car spitting an popping the whole time through straight pipes with the sound of high compression & a big cam.
The cop who lived in the corner house (playing catch w/his kid on the front lawn), yells "SLOW DOWN" as Phil idled up to the stop sign.
I'm not certain what other words (if any) were exchanged between the offended and the offender*, but a small block Ford sounds awfully nice going through the gears at full song.
*alleged
It was late on a Summer night in 1974. I was out testing my recent tune-up on my 67 GT 500 (427 Medium Riser, Tunnel Wedge, Dual 660's) across a bridge on a county freeway. I proceeded to a turn around spot, crossed over the median, checked for traffic ..and hit the throttle. Accelerated to about 100 mph, then backed off and coasted around a corner, heading back to town. I happened to glance in my rear view mirror. and saw a set of blue lights behind me about 3/4 of a mile back. Being young & immortal ( or so I thought at the time ) I decided to try to beat him back to town and lose him.Well. I had installed on my car awhile back 2 modifications....A) a cut out switch to the tail light system & B) a flip down license plate with a choke cable running right next to my driver's seat. Pushed the cable, hit the switch, and went for it. I pegged the speedometer,crossed the bridge, headed up a hill and turned right into the city streets. I had a friend whose parents lived nearby, so I drove down their street, shut the car off, and coasted behind a large hedge next to their driveway. It was an unlit street. and having a Nightmist Blue Shelby, hoped it would conceal me. I rolled the window down and listened. Heard a lot of radio crackle for awhile, then everything was quiet. To be sure , I slept in the car till sunrise, then went home.
Great stories! I'm loving it!
Richard E.
Shortly after purchasing my 1966 Hertz, a bunch of us went out for pizza one night. If any of you not familiar with the Central Valley in California, we are famous for our Tule fog. Visibility is defined by the number of stripes you can see on a good roadway. Forget about it if you are on a road without a centerline.
Well after leaving the pizza place with about three stripes visibility I saw flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I had no clue why I was being pulled over.
Well lo and behold, when the Highway patrolman came up to the car, it was my cousin who loved to write tickets, especially to family. He thought it was funny.
When I asked why he had pulled me over he said my lights were not on. I told him I had turned the lights on, but when I checked I realized that I had only turned on the parking lights. My bad.
I was shocked when he didn't give me a ticket and as he walked away laughing saying "Nice car".
In 1974 I was coming home from a late night college class and it was a warm spring night. I still had my right arm in a cast from fingertips to armpit from a hang glider accident, so I was driving with my left hand only. It was one of those night we all dream for, a full moon, and open road and the sound of a hipo 289 at about 5,000 rpms. As I was driving down the road I began to notice a set of lights far behind me. The road was full of rises and falls and I wondered who was driving that fast. As I crossed the bridge on the county line I slowed up and then I saw the red lights flash on. It was a Prince George's county cop. I thought "oh crap, this is it I'm going to loose my license". He pulled me over about a mile into Anne Arundel county and came up to the car. He was an older officer and was actually shaking. He yelled "Do you know how fast you were going" I told him no, but I was certain he would tell me. He said the road was too twisty and not straight enough to get a good clocking in me, but he said his Crown Vic was maxed out and if I hadn't slowed up he would have never caught me. He saw I had my arm in a cast and started yelling at me for driving at speeds approaching 120 with one arm. I said that I really thought I wasn't going that fast, maybe 80 at the max (I was actually enjoying seeing the speedometer hover around 100-105 when I saw the lights), but I wasn't telling him that. By this time an Anne Arundel cop had pulled up and he asked what was going on. The PG cop told him he wanted to ticket me and impound the car, the Anne Arundel cop told him to back off as I was way over the county line and out of their jurisdiction. He asked the PG cop had he clocked me in Anne Arundel county, he said, because I had slowed down when I crossed the county line. The Anne Arundel cop told him to get back across the line before he reported him. After the PG cop left, the AA Cop turned to me and said, "Alright how fast were you going" I told him the truth and he starting laughing. He said that he knew the other cop, and he didn't like him because he seemed to always patrol the county line and liked to give big tickets and play the big bad cop. He looked the car over and told me to take it easy in his jurisdiction but if I wanted to go over the county line make sure I was close enough to get back over as quickly as I could and slow down
No tickets and the license was safe for now.
About 30 years ago, I had the brakes checked and adjusted on the 66 GT350. I decided to test them but the speed limits around the neighborhood are only 25 to 35 mph. So I went over the hill to the coastline area where there is a mile long straight posted for 45 mph. I made a couple of fast runs and soon was pulled over by a very upset gendarme. He said he clocked me at 60 mph and and was amused. With my license and registration I handed him the owners manual. He said he did not need the manual. I asked him to check the section about setting the brakes by doing three hard stops from 60 to zero. It was there in the owners manual and I didn't think that it would not be safe to do it on the freeway.
He mused over the written paragraph in the manual for a minute, closed his ticket book and said that that was the best excuse ever in the past year, so I got a hall pass. I asked him if there was a safe alternative to make my runs. He gave me his card and said to call him so I could do it when he was on duty and could check the traffic first! If even asked if I wanted to do a speedometer check. A real car guy that actually had a couple of big block t-buckets that he liked to show. I was real sorry when he retired a few years later.
Best run in I've had is the one I HAVEN'T had, yet!
Craig R
These stories are AWESOME!
I have a story, but it's not mine. It's actually a story from the previous owner of 0022 - it took place on the day he picked up the car in 1974. I'd love to share, but I'm guessing it won't come across as well, given it would be second hand.
The moral of the story: never underestimate your Mom's ability to drag race her brother...while living down the street from the local sheriff!
I have a feeling that it won't be long before I have my own story to share. ;D
Bought 6S1802 in early '81, car was my daily driver for years. Back when I was still employed as a policeman for a progressive liberal left coast beach community I usually took one of Los Angeles areas canyon roads to work, thus avoiding the horrible 405 freeway. I would swing by and pick up another policeman who was on my shift and off we would go to work in the G.T.350. Back when I got it 1802 had a Paxton supercharged Boss 302 with Windsor heads and very loud side exhaust. Having a brass pass I wasn't concerned about a noise ticket. For those of you familiar with the Los Angeles area we were in the west San Fernando Valley and would use Topanga Canyon to get to the coast. Topanga Canyon crossed Muholland Drive and that's where the "official time" would begin. Working day shift we had to be at work pretty early which meant going thru Topanga Canyon at about 0500, that's five am to you new car twenty something people. I would really be working the G.T.350 thru the canyon over steering thru the turns and making all kinds of racket. This lasted about two weeks. One day, exiting the canyon at Pacific Coast Highway we found the road blocked by a CHP Dodge Diplomat, a horrible police car. The CHP officer pointed at us and motioned us to the roadside. Playing dumb I had my drivers license and I.D. ready. Iv'e never heard another policeman yell as loud as this guy, he was louder than the exhaust. G****mmit we've been looking for this f***ing thing for two weeks have you any idea how many noise and speed complaints we've had, and on and on. I was a young policeman at the time so there was a lot of yes sir no sir's on my part. He said in no uncertain terms he NEVER wanted to see that g**amn car on his canyon again. I agreed and avoided a call to my watch commander. We still had to get to work, so next day we were back in a 1971 Datsun 1200 2dr 5 speed. No noise and almost the same time thru the canyon.
OK, not my Shelby, but a few years ago in a nice 66 coupe
My wife was picking me up from the Airport, asked her to bring the mustang as is was a warm night and the ride home was a good run.
Car is original (LHD), we are in Australia (RHD is the norm), I had a few wines under my belt so I was passenger
Up ahead is a roadside "breath testing" stop, whole road being check by the boys in blue. As we pull in the officer leans into my side, conversation went something like;
O - Good evening sir, this is a random breath test.......................
M - Mate, I am not driving
O - Sir, you are required by law to give a sample of your breath ...................
M - Look, there is no steering wheel
O - "blank look"
O - go, go
He told us to leave, rest of the police in the line were having a good old chuckle, he was very embarrassed (to this day I wish I had blown to see what would have happened :))
cheers
Awesome thread guys...
Same time frame as my earlier story, picture a dark blue '68 GT fastback, Phil's '68 GT350 & my yella '69 CJ Cougar convertible at the corner gas station having a quick pow-wow. I'm headed home (4 blocks away), so I bang a left out of the station & mat the thing, making a bunch of noise & leaving 1/2 lb of rubber in 2 squiggly lines down the road. I never saw the cop sitting in the bank parking lot across the street (but he sure saw me). I made a right onto my parent's street, 7th house on the left, pull into the driveway, get out of the car, and here comes the cop up the street, lights flashing, and stops right in front of the house.
Hilarity ensued.
Blasting down Azusa Canyon Road a little over 65 - come around corner here's a CHP parked with his door open. Slow down as much as possible. Watching in mirror he hasn't closed door or come after us. OK back on the throttle and oops around the next corner is his buddy. He of course stops us but since 65 was the legal limit on the road it's just a fishing expedition. After a few minutes - pop the hood. Gee you don't have your smog equipment. Yes I do it's not required this is a Shelby. Nope 66 Mustangs need an air pump. Nope as you can see the registration says make GT350 not Ford. Well I'm going to cite you for a smog violation. You'll have to install the parts and get it inspected before you go to court. Well it can't be fixed and there are no parts. Sign here. Go to court Judge says is it fixed? I said nothing was wrong with it. Do you need more time to get it fixed. Again NOTHING WRONG WITH IT. What do you mean does it have the smog equipment? NO - Then you'll need to get it fixed. Your honor can I explain? OK. As you can see the citation says Ford. Yes. It's not a Ford. What? It was manufactured by Shelby American here is the registration it clearly states make GT350. OH what does that have to do with it? Shelby was exempt from the smog equipment. Here is the owners manual with a copy of the exemption letter printed in it. I see why didn't you explain this to the officer? I did he said you can sort it out. OK - case dismissed.
Yes it was the Deathsled 6S843 in about 1978.
Here's a 1969 Mach 1 story for you (1980'ish). Had just finished installing a warmed up 351c, c6, 3.91 gear setup in car. Bugs worked out and a friend of mine and I went out for a few cold ones. I was driving him home nearing the edge of town strictly watching my speed. Problem was there was some butthead following right on my rear end. For a mile or so this joker just hung there and as we got to the edge of town where speed limit increased he tried passing me. He pulled into other lane and I nailed the Mach 1 leaving him to suck on my exhaust fumes. I didn't let off and we were flying. My friend turned around and said uh-oh, there's lights flashing back there. The flashing lights were way back there and my heart sunk. I decided to pull over and take my medicine and the cop pulled up. Apparently he was behind the guy that was hanging on my bumper and I didn't see him. As the cop starts getting out of car the idiot that was on my bumper passes us both wailing on his horn as he passed. The cop got back in his car and went flying after him leaving us on the side of the road. Drove my friend home then went home myself and cleaned my britches out...
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These are great stories. It would be ideal to memorialize many such stories in a book. I'd have to think of a title. But it could be a 200 or 300 page book of real car stories. All story tellers would be listed with full credit as long as agreeable otherwise those who objected to their name in print could be listed as anonymous though I don't know why you wouldn't. These are badges of honour in my opinion. When we go driverless full time everywhere (you know it's coming) at least there will be a good book about the thrill it was to drive your own car at speed with the only hindrance being the long arm of the law. And even then, you got a break with the right officer. Maybe the net generation that replaces us will have something to think about then, no? Just great stories. Thank you!
Richard E.
After 36 years of ownership, I finally had my 6S087 restored. I told the transport driver bringing it home that we could meet at a local high school parking lot for the delivery. As I was pulling up to the school he already had the car unloaded... and there was a cop standing behind it looking ominous. It looked to me like I was going to get a ticket, and I hadn't even started the engine yet! Turns out it was the school district police and all he wanted to do was look the car over. Whew!
Steve
I was driving a heavily modified 07 Shelby GT/SC, 3:73, Shelby Borlas and all the excessive race parts that everyone needs for the street..
I was late for a flight checkin and in Capts Uniform..I took the off ramp, through the median, at the last second to the airport at well over 100... did I mention Shelby Borla exhaust...It was a little tight, but hey, there was at least two feet of rear bumper clearance with that way too slow Mercedes already on the ramp as I roared by..
As I was heading to employee parking, I checked six, and there was that pesky nuisance of a Merc on my tail.and a rather pissed off operator..hmm.. not good.
I put on my Capts Hat and sheepishly exited my shiny ShelbyJet..He was a big guy but his face changed from anger to the ..OK well that makes sense look..
He said, " I just want to let you know you scared the crap out of me back there"!
I shook his hand and apologized.. and said, " I'm sorry.. sometimes I still think i'm In the air when I am on the ground."
I gave him a card and said if he was ever on my flight to say hello..
The flight that day departed and arrived safely on time.. the Captain had a little smirk on his face..
*Allegedly ;)
About 6 years ago. Coming home from dinner at a local seafood restaurant with the wife in 1588. Pulled to a stop light in front of our courthouse on the main drag. A carload of young guys came up beside us in rice burner with fart can exhaust and were egging me on. Light changed and I lit em up for a second or two. Almost immediately the blue lights came on, State Trooper , car right behind me. :(
Did the whole " how much have you had to drink tonight? Where you going?" Etc. Sobriety field test. Trooper ask "what was that all about?" I responded, "just showing my ass", he says "guess its easy to slip your foot off the clutch, pretty car" Go home . Thanked him, but didn't tell him it was an auto.
The country is New Zealand, the city of Hamilton, I worked in a Service Station pumping gas and doing small car repairs on the 4pm to midnight shift, the year was 1977. I owned a 1965 Shelby GT350 which was always parked close to the forecourt (under my watchful eye). Things got fairly quiet from 10pm to midnight. A young local law enforcement officer (motorcycle) would come in every second night for a cup of coffee and chat... and always asking me questions about the Shelby, and would say that "one day I wouldn't mind going for a ride". One night, just as I was closing up he came in and said "this is the night you are going to take me for a ride!". He got in the car with full uniform (and wearing his helmet). I took him for a ride down Te Rapa straight at over 100 mph (speed limit 30 mph). You can't refuse the law... :). A week later I was going down Te Rapa straight a bit too fast, he had someone pulled up on the other side of the road and heard me coming because of the loud side pipes, turned around and gave me the 'thumbs up'. I have many other stories with this car... but this one will do for now.
^^^That will be hard to beat. 😎
about 1999 danbury ct :
one of the local police was a regular in the shop i worked in and had a few race cars . (chevys)
I was cruising around town in 00212 and going down main st in danbury .
I stop a few block from police station at a traffic light and someone pulls up along side and revs the engine .
I Look over and its a Police car!
Light goes green and it was game on right past the police station down main street.
;D
^^^^ That's great!!
All great stories gentlemen. A book of stories would be in order. It would be time consuming to create but there are print on demand options and the like once all of the stories are compiled. I wonder what the level of interest would be for such a book. Not exclusively limited to Shelbys or run ins with the law, but also street racing and so on.
Richard E.
Well, my favorite story isn't about a Shelby.
I was riding with a classmate from School and we got pulled over. When he handed the LEO his license, he failed to realize there was a Marijuana bud stuck right on top of his picture.
He wasn't under the influence at the time.
After 40 minutes or so in the back of the squad car, he was let go with a possession citation. (legal now days)
Needless to say, we were late for our double date. ::)
:o
I had a 66 Hertz, 6S1497, here in KC. Took the car out for its first spin. Wanted to get it into 4th gear so got it up to 55, no big deal.
Well, there was a cop behind a tree who was gunning me from the top of an upcoming hill while I was on the downhill portion.
Got nailed for a 55 in a 35, in a school zone. Nothing crazy but certainly annoying when I wasnt even doing anything exciting in the first place.
The officer asked if I knew what speed I was going and I said yes, that I buy and sell the cars, and I was just trying to run the car through the gears to make sure everything was as represented from the last seller. He rolled his eyes, issued a ticket.
Then he asked if he could take a picture with the car.....
Good one!
Not a Shelby but my dad's Pantera, this was about 1973 my dad took the car out one Sunday for a drive and got on a two-lane county road that was closed up ahead for construction so I drove down to see what was going on and where ahead the road was closed got to the construction and turned around. Knowing that the road was clear got it going pretty well as the road was a bit curvy and elevation changes perfect for that car. Came to a stop at the intersection a couple miles up. Looked in the review mirror and there is a cop car back a ways with the lights on coming up quickly so I stayed stopped so he could get around (teenage genius)!
The cop stops behind us and gets out not very happy. Seems he was hiding somewhere down at the closure and saw heard us leave and followed. Was surprised to see me about 17 driving and Dad was in the passenger seat, the standard License, registration and who's car is this. Says I was doing 75 plus in a 35 residential (country road the house were far apart and hundreds of feet back from the road, but it was zoned residential, and he was having trouble catching us and only caught us because I stopped at the stop sign.
Made us follow him to the police station and I don't think they wanted to hassle with towing a Pantera so I got a ticket for assorted violations and a court appearance at juvenile court that week and sent us away. They took my license for 30 days but gave me a permit to drive to work since I did have a job and needed to pay the ticket and fines.
Attached are some photos of the car after some customizing but before it got the webers that stuck up ad were great to see in the rear view mirror.
I shared this on the old forum,but,...About 1985 I was going to college in La Jolla ,ca. And using my 67 500 as my daily driver( bay standard surf racks,sheepskin seat covers,loud stereo,you get the picture)Anyhoo I was stopped at a stoplight on La Jolla blvd. when a really attractive,blonde,female s.d.p.d. Officer pulled up alongside me in her marked cruiser and started looking the car over..Just before the light turned green she got on her p.a. And exclaimed "no and you would probably beat me anyway",the light changed and she rocketed off.It took me a second to figure out what she meant..Then I realized she was referring to my bumper sticker(which I bought at the 84 convention)which stated:HAVE YOU RACED A SHELBY GT500 LATELY?....Good times!!(also by far the most pleasant interaction I have EVER had with law enforcement in that car-they used to kinda really enjoy following me for no reason......)Trent
I love the way that Pantera was rigged. I hope it is still in that form.
Those rims are spectacular!!! Who made em?
Quote from: 2112 on March 11, 2018, 01:43:48 PM
I love the way that Pantera was rigged. I hope it is still in that form.
Thanks, I don't know where it is, dad sold it to help fund the Cobra (#2082) restoration and we never saw it again. The guy that bought it had a Yellow Corvette and wanted to step-up a bit. I took his wife for a demo ride and I don't think she liked it, nearly screwed the deal!
Quote from: 557 on March 11, 2018, 01:49:30 PM
Those rims are spectacular!!! Who made em?
I think they were Western wheels. (Thanks)
There are some good Cannon Ball run in a Shelby stories out there that need repeating.
Early 90 s nj opened up the extension for interstate 78 thru the watchung reservation . There is about a 10 Mile section with no breaks in center barrier . and no exits . At 7 am the high way was very light on traffic every day . ;D For weeks I would be traveling to work west bound and the state police would be changing shifts at that time and just about every day I would be coming down the west bound lane at 90+ mph straight pipes and the State trooper would be heading east bound up the mountain.
One Morning there was a state trooper with someone pulled over in front of the above pictured bridge. I slowed down to a very unreasonable 55 mph back then . passed by and got over the next hill and moved back up to my normal cruising speed about 8 miles ahead was where i exited .
Keeping an eye on the rear view mirror I was about a mile from the exit and I could see lights . But they were quite a bit back.....
Little more throttle , maintain the distance .
My exit was around a curve in the road and I knew if I made the turn before he could get closer I would be at work before he made it to exit .
I made the exit crossed over the highway and a very fast moving state trooper passed by the exit at well over 100 mph .
Shelby + 1
about a week later
Almost the same situation played out But I had slowed down earlier because of traffic . and had moved over to slow lane
And a state trooper went flying past me .......... wow he is after someone !
Then he slammed on the brakes ::)
While having the discussion at the side of the road it was pretty obvious there was no talking my way out of this one .
O: Do you know how fast you were going ?
me: Yes
me : do you have me on radar?
O : yes i do
Me : Ok show me !
We walk back to patrol car I look in "85 mph "
Ok write the ticket ? unless you are going to let me go with a warning Im on my way to work .
I could see the disgust in his eyes that I was not fazed by his proof.
He wrote the ticket and we went to court ......LOL
These are the stories you don't get on concourse !
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My wife and I had 0073 out for an early spring rumble...beautiful sunny Saturday am. Decided to blow some carbon off the plugs. Long descending on ramp to I-75 looked perfect to me. I was in 4th gear at pretty high RPM when I merged. I was watching my side view mirror, concerned with "blending in" with the normal traffic and didn't look far enough ahead to see the Ohio State Highway trooper, sitting in the median with his radar cooking. Needless to say, I got the ticket. While he's back at his car writing me up, my wife was kinda scolding me, etc. But much to her surprise, the trooper, after giving me the "paperwork", kneeled down at side of the Shelby and started asking..."How long have you owned it?, this is the small block, right>?, a buddy of mine..., etc." Nice visit. He obviously was a gearhead...nice visit, even though it cost me a bit.
Quote from: gt350shelb on March 13, 2018, 10:21:19 AM
Early 90 s nj...interstate 78...
Nice. I was waiting for that one.
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There's one I still feel kinda bad about:
Same timeframe & highway, but eastbound in PA, driving my buddy's '70 Grabber Green Mach (351C/4sp). Light traffic in the two right lanes, I'm cruising @ 110, head on a swivel looking for cops. I pass an exit, spot a state trooper sitting on the on-ramp, brake HARD & let off the brake as I get even w/the cop, coasting by at 90 (in a 55), passing the car in the center lane & merging right. In the rearview I see the red lights come on and the trooper start moving.
Now cruising in the right lane at 65-70, I was feeling the weight of my stupidity but trying to look innocent/contrite as I contemplated how to play out the next 10 minutes of my life. With eyes focused on the rearview. my self-loathing turned to elation as I realized the car I just passed (A Benz full of young men, now about 1/8 mile back) was getting pulled over instead of me.
Near as I can figure the cop had me on radar, but I was hidden by the Benz, & the cop assumed it was them. Either that, or the cop was profiling the Benz & it's young occupants. As happy as I was for myself, I felt bad that the stop probably didn't go well for them.
I had one of those in the 93 5.0 but it was at about 120 mph on nj turnpike ........ i don't feel bad ....... LOL
Quote from: Wedgeman on March 05, 2018, 12:48:04 PM
It was late on a Summer night in 1974. I was out testing my recent tune-up on my 67 GT 500 (427 Medium Riser, Tunnel Wedge, Dual 660's) across a bridge on a county freeway. I proceeded to a turn around spot, crossed over the median, checked for traffic ..and hit the throttle. Accelerated to about 100 mph, then backed off and coasted around a corner, heading back to town. I happened to glance in my rear view mirror. and saw a set of blue lights behind me about 3/4 of a mile back. Being young & immortal ( or so I thought at the time ) I decided to try to beat him back to town and lose him.Well. I had installed on my car awhile back 2 modifications....A) a cut out switch to the tail light system & B) a flip down license plate with a choke cable running right next to my driver's seat. Pushed the cable, hit the switch, and went for it. I pegged the speedometer,crossed the bridge, headed up a hill and turned right into the city streets. I had a friend whose parents lived nearby, so I drove down their street, shut the car off, and coasted behind a large hedge next to their driveway. It was an unlit street. and having a Nightmist Blue Shelby, hoped it would conceal me. I rolled the window down and listened. Heard a lot of radio crackle for awhile, then everything was quiet. To be sure , I slept in the car till sunrise, then went home.
I call BS
Quote from: Dkutz on March 13, 2018, 02:30:11 PM
I call BS
There used to be a time that doing something like that wouldn't mean being beaten to within an inch or your life. ::)
I am not saying it is true or not ;D
Quote from: Dkutz on March 13, 2018, 02:30:11 PM
Quote from: Wedgeman on March 05, 2018, 12:48:04 PM
It was late on a Summer night in 1974. I was out testing my recent tune-up on my 67 GT 500 (427 Medium Riser, Tunnel Wedge, Dual 660's) across a bridge on a county freeway. I proceeded to a turn around spot, crossed over the median, checked for traffic ..and hit the throttle. Accelerated to about 100 mph, then backed off and coasted around a corner, heading back to town. I happened to glance in my rear view mirror. and saw a set of blue lights behind me about 3/4 of a mile back. Being young & immortal ( or so I thought at the time ) I decided to try to beat him back to town and lose him.Well. I had installed on my car awhile back 2 modifications....A) a cut out switch to the tail light system & B) a flip down license plate with a choke cable running right next to my driver's seat. Pushed the cable, hit the switch, and went for it. I pegged the speedometer,crossed the bridge, headed up a hill and turned right into the city streets. I had a friend whose parents lived nearby, so I drove down their street, shut the car off, and coasted behind a large hedge next to their driveway. It was an unlit street. and having a Nightmist Blue Shelby, hoped it would conceal me. I rolled the window down and listened. Heard a lot of radio crackle for awhile, then everything was quiet. To be sure , I slept in the car till sunrise, then went home.
I call BS
The escape plan is not much different than something I did in high school with my '68 Fastback. Police car was driving opposite way on main street and while looking directly at me put his lights on and attempted a U-turn on a narrow road with traffic coming. I cut down a bunch off side streets into a dead end that was L shaped. Pulled into a driveway, drove around the back of the house, and parked on the lawn. I waited for the siren to disappear...and then some. Back tracked my way out of town on side streets to get home and parked it out of site for a few days. Even walked to school the next few days just in case. Told my parents it wasn't running right and needed a tune-up.
To Dkutz....my first question to you would be to ask how old you are, for if you are under 60 you will have no comprehension as to how it was on the street around 45 years ago, in my part of the country ( Pacific Northwest). A lot of the local street racers had installed some "options" onto their cars, and a cut-out switch to the tail lights was not that uncommon, for they were used at the drag strip to not be accused of ..sandbagging...when dialed in for bracket racing. I do take credit for having the first ...flip down license plate...in our circle, which was a 9 ft. choke cable secured right next to my driver's seat, running under the carpet along the tunnel, out into the trunk, and through a 3/8" hole in my rear valance to a spring loaded plate bracket . Cable pulled out, plate was upright...cable pushed in, plate went horizontal.
Now if you are calling BS as to if my car was capable of outrunning the law, know that it was at the time equipped with the before mentioned 427 side oiler, was running a 3:91 Traction Lok, consistently turning 12.6 quarter mile times at 119 mph on street tires with open headers. Shifting the car at 7000 rpm,I went thru the traps at 4800 rpm, means it was easily capable of pegging the speedometer.I knew ( and still know) my car, I knew my streets, and I knew that those blue lights were far enough back to give me a good chance of getting away, for that was a state patrol behind me, and they were not as forgiving as the local police who for the most part knew most of us and tolerated us...and as 2112 so stated, the penalty was not as severe as it is nowadays. So be careful who you call BS on, ...kid.... 8)
Beautiful car! Badass for sure.
Quote from: Wedgeman on March 13, 2018, 08:31:53 PM
To Dkutz....my first question to you would be to ask how old you are, for if you are under 60 you will have no comprehension as to how it was on the street around 45 years ago, in my part of the country ( Pacific Northwest). A lot of the local street racers had installed some "options" onto their cars, and a cut-out switch to the tail lights was not that uncommon, for they were used at the drag strip to not be accused of ..sandbagging...when dialed in for bracket racing. I do take credit for having the first ...flip down license plate...in our circle, which was a 9 ft. choke cable secured right next to my driver's seat, running under the carpet along the tunnel, out into the trunk, and through a 3/8" hole in my rear valance to a spring loaded plate bracket . Cable pulled out, plate was upright...cable pushed in, plate went horizontal.
Now if you are calling BS as to if my car was capable of outrunning the law, know that it was at the time equipped with the before mentioned 427 side oiler, was running a 3:91 Traction Lok, consistently turning 12.6 quarter mile times at 119 mph on street tires with open headers. Shifting the car at 7000 rpm,I went thru the traps at 4800 rpm, means it was easily capable of pegging the speedometer.I knew ( and still know) my car, I knew my streets, and I knew that those blue lights were far enough back to give me a good chance of getting away, for that was a state patrol behind me, and they were not as forgiving as the local police who for the most part knew most of us and tolerated us...and as 2112 so stated, the penalty was not as severe as it is nowadays. So be careful who you call BS on, ...kid.... 8)
all those mods were / are popular.....what no brake lights....hmmm
I know Wedgeman well. He is not a liar!
My brother outran cops twice. Once in his 69 Corvette and once in his 66 Shelby back in the day. This world we live in today makes that nearly impossible, I agree. Back then, things were a little different.
Jon
Helicopter (virtually)always wins......Only way out is to make like a mole...Out of sight,out of mind.
BS X 3..... ::)...TOUCHE'
I don't call bs on any of these stories. They are plausible and things were different back then quite true. And the Wedgman story made me tense as if I was living it. Memories like that don't fade!
Richard E.
Quote from: Wedgeman on March 13, 2018, 08:31:53 PM
To Dkutz....my first question to you would be to ask how old you are, for if you are under 60 you will have no comprehension as to how it was on the street around 45 years ago, in my part of the country ( Pacific Northwest). A lot of the local street racers had installed some "options" onto their cars, and a cut-out switch to the tail lights was not that uncommon, for they were used at the drag strip to not be accused of ..sandbagging...when dialed in for bracket racing. I do take credit for having the first ...flip down license plate...in our circle, which was a 9 ft. choke cable secured right next to my driver's seat, running under the carpet along the tunnel, out into the trunk, and through a 3/8" hole in my rear valance to a spring loaded plate bracket . Cable pulled out, plate was upright...cable pushed in, plate went horizontal.
Now if you are calling BS as to if my car was capable of outrunning the law, know that it was at the time equipped with the before mentioned 427 side oiler, was running a 3:91 Traction Lok, consistently turning 12.6 quarter mile times at 119 mph on street tires with open headers. Shifting the car at 7000 rpm,I went thru the traps at 4800 rpm, means it was easily capable of pegging the speedometer.I knew ( and still know) my car, I knew my streets, and I knew that those blue lights were far enough back to give me a good chance of getting away, for that was a state patrol behind me, and they were not as forgiving as the local police who for the most part knew most of us and tolerated us...and as 2112 so stated, the penalty was not as severe as it is nowadays. So be careful who you call BS on, ...kid.... 8)
The flip down license plate seemed too James Bond for me. I am only 46 so I guess I just don't know how it was. I always think I grew up in the wrong era. Very cool car BTW
I tried to figure out a way to make the license plate rotate ala... GOLDFINGER...but did not want to hack up the car, so I had to go the economy route with the choke cable...LOL!!.... ::)
simple, efficient and effective...
I've heard the Wedgeman tell that story at least a half a dozen times. If it was a fabrication there would be inconsistencies and embellishments, there has never been either. Still love hearing it!
Dave
Quote from: vtgt500 on March 14, 2018, 11:11:27 AM
I call BS
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LMFAO. I know this was not directed at me, but I'll be 52 this year, and told the 3 mildest stories that came to mind over a lifetime of messing with all kinds of mechanized monstrosities.
If you are calling BS over the relatively tame stuff posted so far in this thread, you aren't ready for any of this.