Kuispis@aol.com wrote:
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> Staggered out from last nights Halloween pub party, weaved my way through the
> parking lot, struggled with the door lock key nonsense, poured into the
> drivers seat chuckling that I never lock the TR's doors. Spun the tires out
> the lot and got it pointed home mostly between the lines. Let out a whoop at
> the sweet roar of exhaust. All in full view of the local constable. Noticed
> the red light behind and kept going a block or so till he blipped the siren.
> Rapid brake, screached to a sliding stop against the curb (I love bias ply),
> waiting my tormentor. He saddled his way up to the cutout, "Nice Triumph,
> now get out of the car". I obliged with a slight stumble on exit. Our
> peace officer ran the drill... feet together- finger to nose- walk this line-
> blow in here. He just shook his head at my perfect performance. "I watched
> you stagger to your car, fumble the keys, almost drive on the sidewalk.... I
> just don't understand... you're perfectly sober". I looked him straight in
> the badge and said, "You've heard of the designated driver? Well, I'm the
> designated decoy!" Still got a ticket.
> Frank Zajac, International Barstool Driver, TR3A Mountain View, CA
Frank,
I'll bet it was worth the ticket to get the positive feedback about the
car. Or maybe not!
Joe Curry '63 Spit
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