This happened a while ago, but I just remembered it. Pretty funny story.
My buddy and I were hanging out at my apartment. We decided to go a town over to our usual hangout; a little diner.
He drove his '06 Cobalt SS. In good shape, completely stock, like 20k miles.
I drove my 2000 Camaro SS, stock.
It was probably like 9:30 pm, but there was a little bit of traffic. At every stop light on the way there, whether he was in front of me or behind me, he would be sticking his head out of his window yelling "Fuck you! Fuck you!" It freaked the hell out of the surrounding drivers, and my revving of engine did not help calm them down. So we end up at a light under an overpass, side by side (finally). Light's red, I look over and I say I'm going, and he says okay. I flip off my ASR.
The light turned green and "Errrrrrrrrr!" Tires spin, little bit of smoke. His lane would eventually end so I get over. I beat the fuck out of him off the line. I don't go over 50 in a 45 and I'm cruising 45 when I see these headlights changing lane, coming up on me fast. First I thought it was some fucker messing with me, then I see the headlight arrangement, and knew it was a Crown Vic. So I get back into the right-hand lane, and he lights up; right behind me. I turn at the next street and pull over. My friend escaped. I turn off my car, turn on my interior lights, put my keys on my dash, and put my hands on the steering wheel.
He walks up, after looking at my car. Here is the dialogue.
-Do you know why I pulled you over?
-Uh, well, I'm not exactly sure.
-Oh. Well do you know what drag racing is considered in the state of Illinois?
-Uh, wreckless driving?
-That's right. We have to impound your car and take you in. Did you know the guy you were racing?
-Uhhhhhh...
-Well did you know him or not?
-Uh, yeah, but I don't know if he'd say the same.
-Oh, well we're going to find out, I radio'd an officer ahead to pull over a silver Cobalt. What the hell were you thinking? It's 9:30 at night.
-I swear officer I wasn't going to go over 50.
-Well I heard you guys yelling and revving your engines since the Chase bank in Glen Ellyn.
(That was like 5 miles back)
-You were following us for that long?!
-Yeah. I'm going give you a warning.
The guy was obviously into cars because he kept ogling my SS.
-Really, just a warning? Ok.
-Yeah, but if I see you out here hot-dogging again then it's over.
-Alright Officer, thank you so much.
So I get back on the road and I call my buddy. He's freaking the fuck out. He made it home by taking side streets. We met up at the restaurant and I showed him the warning. The warning listed: illegal lane use X, speeding X, other X screeching tires. So since I was incredibly grateful, as was my friend, we called the officers voicemail and told him what a great job he did.
The cop really did do a great job, waiting for me to make a complete ass of myself before pulling me over.
