Around mid-night i get a call from my friend Meghan that she's stuck in Hoboken (drunk and missed the last train back to summit) So me being the nice guy i am, I borrow my friend Samanthas 00' Eclipse (The camaro can't leave summit....) So im flying down 78 east and im doing about 100 and in the distance right after the maplewood on ramp i see a Trooper so i slow down to about 80. After i pass him i go a little bit more and im ghost.....like 115-120. After Hillside/Irvington i slow down to about 80 again and start crusing...Thinking my radar didn't go off he didn't get me hes no where around WRONG. By exit 57 i dropped to about 70 and my radar starts going off...thinking im doing 70 he doesn't have ***** on me. Im by the 1&9 north on ramp and cherrys pop on right as im under the bridge of 1&9 about to get onto the ramp. He's saying he "Paced" me doing 80 or so then clocked me at 72 back by exit 57 and that it took him 6 miles to get up to me. and that he did over 100 to get to me. Im thinking ***** this can't happen...im making good time! He goes back to the car...few minutes later comes up give me 80 in a 65...I gotta fight this and drop it to what ever i can. Im so pissed that i stayed out until 4:30 go to be at like 5 and napped til 9:30 and i got work from 3-11
Point of the story is.....don't speed
