20 years ago i was on my way home doing 80 at 2am when a crown vic going the other direction turned around. no lights but he was in pursuit. so i dropped 2 gears full throttle and popped the clutch. 130 here we go. big smile. i have dusted this guy. then i look in my mirror. not easy at 130. he is a mile and a quarter and gaining fast. no more smile. that means he is doing at least 160. luckily my turn is only a half mile a road called devils backbone because it is so curvy. i know it like the back of my hand. so i kill the ignition and gear down for the turn so there are no brake lights. it works. after the turn i turn on the ignition and pop the clutch. he sees me but over shoots the turn. 1 mile to my house but i still have not completely lost him. just bought myself some time. i pass my house and take a few curves. there is a long straight away with a big curve at the end. it is about 1 mile long so i am flying. i am afraid to even look at my mirror but i do. yep. he is still there and gaining fast. i look back at the road and oh crap. i am in the turn to fast. maxed out on throttle to be exact. i lean the bike to the right with me leaning to the left. that is how we do it on dirt bikes. i can see the tires half on the road and half off. 2 more inches and i am toast. i make the turn. i kill the ignition again and gear down. i coasted into a yard with a big oak tree and stopped. silence at first. then i could here my iron horse crackel from the heat as if it were a horse at the end of a race. then a single cricked chirpped next to me. then vrooom. the dredded crown vic went passed. i cranked up my trusted steed and gallopped home. i pulled in to the driveway pretty fast and parked behind the house. my brother new something was up and came out. i told him what was up. so we sat and waited. i had about enough time to light my much needed cigarette when i see the dredded crown vic rolling toward our house slowly like christine and just then my mom turned on the porch light to see what was going on. i yelled turn out that f****** light in a maner my mother is not use to. i expained it to her later. she turned out the light and went back to bed. me and my brother watched him circle in front of my house twice and then leave. that was his way of saying i know who you are. so crown vic vs 750 v45 magna. crown vic hands down. morale: dont do it! and if you do good luck.
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