panhead
Well-Known Member
Im going to work yesterday morning,its 3.30 am & im cruising down Telegraph road in Bloomfield Hills,a very exclusive neighborhood with cops everywhere,and i mean everywhere,this is not the place to act a fool.
So i get to the point where i must make a U Turn to get where im going & there is a car sitting in the u turn lane but the fuker wont move,he's reading a book,or so i thought,i went around him & pulled into a gas station across the street to get a coffee,when i came out the dude was still there,i thought sdomething was strange him sitting there with his blinker on but not moving so i drove back over & pulled in behind him.
The dude's in a killer looking Jaguar just sitting there with his head hanging down,i notice his hand on the shifter & its in gear,so i tap on the window,no response so i start hitting the window harder trying to wake his ass up but its a no go,i try to open his door but its got automatic door locks & wont open so now im beating the shit out of his windshield but he wont wake up,this dudes dead as hell or seriously drunk,i get up on the bumper & start rocking the car up & down no response.
So now im left with some choices which to me are all fucked up,i can call the cops,bad idea i hate cops,i can just split leaving this dude to smash into innocent people,worst choice of all & im not doing that no matter what,i can break his window & drag him out & park the car,no way thats assault or car jacking.
So im standing there drinking my coffee looking like a complete idiot when it hit me,he cant get too far on 4 flat tires but i dont want to wreck his shit,i start letting the air out of one tire but its taking too long,i got out a pair of tin snips & cut all 4 valve stems on his tires,they go flat on the spot,then i went about my business of getting to work.
Either the cops found his drunk ass or he woke up,tried to drive away & had to pull over,either way this guy's is gonna be racking his brain for years to come over one of the greatest mysteries of his life.
How the fuk did i end up in the middle of Telegraph rd, at 3.30 am, with 4 flat tires,man was i fucked up
So i get to the point where i must make a U Turn to get where im going & there is a car sitting in the u turn lane but the fuker wont move,he's reading a book,or so i thought,i went around him & pulled into a gas station across the street to get a coffee,when i came out the dude was still there,i thought sdomething was strange him sitting there with his blinker on but not moving so i drove back over & pulled in behind him.
The dude's in a killer looking Jaguar just sitting there with his head hanging down,i notice his hand on the shifter & its in gear,so i tap on the window,no response so i start hitting the window harder trying to wake his ass up but its a no go,i try to open his door but its got automatic door locks & wont open so now im beating the shit out of his windshield but he wont wake up,this dudes dead as hell or seriously drunk,i get up on the bumper & start rocking the car up & down no response.
So now im left with some choices which to me are all fucked up,i can call the cops,bad idea i hate cops,i can just split leaving this dude to smash into innocent people,worst choice of all & im not doing that no matter what,i can break his window & drag him out & park the car,no way thats assault or car jacking.
So im standing there drinking my coffee looking like a complete idiot when it hit me,he cant get too far on 4 flat tires but i dont want to wreck his shit,i start letting the air out of one tire but its taking too long,i got out a pair of tin snips & cut all 4 valve stems on his tires,they go flat on the spot,then i went about my business of getting to work.
Either the cops found his drunk ass or he woke up,tried to drive away & had to pull over,either way this guy's is gonna be racking his brain for years to come over one of the greatest mysteries of his life.
How the fuk did i end up in the middle of Telegraph rd, at 3.30 am, with 4 flat tires,man was i fucked up