I’ve mentioned in other posts that I used to travel the U.S. going to a different motorsports race just about every weekend. Well, over time, some things are bound to happen.
I was in California one year to attend a National Drag Race with the NHRA. And on this one night myself and some friends decided to go clubbing.
A girl I liked brought a bunch of models that worked for her. She had models working for her, but she was the best looking girl in the group.
When we get to this club, the line to get in is so long. I went up to the front and paid off the bouncers to let us in ahead of everyone else. I looked like a slick, silver tongued guy in front of all these models and my friends.
We get into the club and start drinking a lot and dancing. The girl I liked wanted to dance with me, so we went out on the dance floor. She proceeded to back up on me and begin rubbing her backside in my groin area. We danced like this for some time, with her gyrating to the music. I noticed her models were a bit shocked at her behavior, but she was letting loose and enjoying herself.
The rest of the night went well and we left the club when it closed.
I drove my dance partner back to her hotel. Along the way she asked if I had any condoms. I said no, so we stopped and I bought some. Now I was sure that I was going to get lucky.
We have fun that night and all goes well.
The next morning, I over sleep and rush out of the hotel. I still have to go back to my hotel and get new work clothes and shower.
I’m cruisin’ down the interstate, heading back to my hotel.
I go over a hill and casually look in the side mirror. I see the red lights of a cop car right behind me.
I pull over and wait for the cop to come to the car. He takes a long time and finally I turn around to see if I can see him.
I see him on the passenger side of the car, creeping up with his gun drawn and ready to fire.
I had no idea what he was doing.
Finally, he gets to the passenger window and I put it down so we can talk.
He goes on to tell me that I was going over 90 mph and that he has been chasing me for a long time.
I never saw him because my rear window was heavily fogged up.
He asked me what the rush was and here’s where I should say, “The truth shall set you free”.
I looked this cop dead in the eyes and said that I have just had sex with a beautiful blonde and was late for work.
Surprisingly, this calmed him down and he puts his gun away, to my relief.
He began asking me questions about where I worked and the car.
I told him that I was working at the nearby racetrack for the weekend and that it was a rental car.
He asked to see some papers for the car. I looked in the center console and there was nothing there.
So this cop let’s me go even though I have no papers proving that this is a rental car in my name.
If you are speeding over 25 mph above the speed limit, the cops are supposed to arrest you and take you to jail.
Me telling the cop I just had sex with a beautiful blonde got me off the hook. Can you believe that?
So no, I wasn’t arrested in California even though I should have been. But you probably wouldn’t have read this post if I called it “I got laid” or “Pulled Over in California”, lol.
Also, I could have called it “My date with a Model”, but I like the one I used because that is the shocking part of the story.
I hope you enjoyed reading this post.