VYPR BYT 94
Enthusiast
That's right, you read correctly... Busted on my “Maiden Voyage”!
My name is Mike. I'm a first time Viper owner, long time Viper lover and VCA newbie.
Anyone who knows me would really find humor in this story because I'm “Mr. straight lace”. I always get on my wife for going the wrong way in the parking lot of Wal-Mart, not wearing her seat-belt, speeding, u-turns and stuff like that. She never gets busted for anything... then there's me.
I live in Ohio and found my dream car, a 1994 RT/10 Roadster for sale in North Carolina. I hired a transport company to have a driver meet me there with an enclosed truck on a Saturday afternoon in early March. I made the plans a week in advance and of course, as Murphy's Law would have it, it was raining that day so I never got to test drive it. 1½ weeks later the weather broke and was beautiful... like 70 degrees but I was busy all day. I sat down at 8:45pm and by started watching TV. Then by 9:00pm I got up and said” Hey, I need to drive my car and see if there is anything wrong with it”.
I took it on the the highway south for 2 miles and turned around for home. I carefully found the left lane on a long straight with no traffic in it for at least a mile ahead. I literally opened it up for 8-10 seconds max and then gently slowed down and got in the right lane. The car was perfect but the happiness was short lived.
-- So here I am in my new Viper, first time on the road with it, getting a ticket! (115mph in a 65mph zone.) To make matters worse, I'm wearing slippers and these fuzzy lounge pants with polar bears on them! And of course I didn't plan on this so my insurance card is still on the counter in the kitchen on the stupid pile of mail! Likewise my Drivers license is at the house too.
So now the cop is looking at a guy with no ID, a Viper with temporary tags, no proof of insurance and the dude is wearing pajama-pants and slippers. I don't know know how he kept a straight face. The final straw to this ordeal was my wife made a joke as I left the house and said “Don't get a ticket! ”
So later that night we were brushing our teeth getting ready for bed when she suddenly spit tooth-paste all over the mirror and said, “OMG, do you know what day this is?... It's St. Patrick's Day!” How 'bout that, I tested it on National “Pepper the Highways with as many cops as Possible” Day! (I don't drink so that holiday just means Green Milkshakes at McDonald’s to me.)
-- So in an effort to make lemonade out of lemons I decide I should have an appropriate signature...
My name is Mike. I'm a first time Viper owner, long time Viper lover and VCA newbie.
Anyone who knows me would really find humor in this story because I'm “Mr. straight lace”. I always get on my wife for going the wrong way in the parking lot of Wal-Mart, not wearing her seat-belt, speeding, u-turns and stuff like that. She never gets busted for anything... then there's me.
I live in Ohio and found my dream car, a 1994 RT/10 Roadster for sale in North Carolina. I hired a transport company to have a driver meet me there with an enclosed truck on a Saturday afternoon in early March. I made the plans a week in advance and of course, as Murphy's Law would have it, it was raining that day so I never got to test drive it. 1½ weeks later the weather broke and was beautiful... like 70 degrees but I was busy all day. I sat down at 8:45pm and by started watching TV. Then by 9:00pm I got up and said” Hey, I need to drive my car and see if there is anything wrong with it”.
I took it on the the highway south for 2 miles and turned around for home. I carefully found the left lane on a long straight with no traffic in it for at least a mile ahead. I literally opened it up for 8-10 seconds max and then gently slowed down and got in the right lane. The car was perfect but the happiness was short lived.
-- So here I am in my new Viper, first time on the road with it, getting a ticket! (115mph in a 65mph zone.) To make matters worse, I'm wearing slippers and these fuzzy lounge pants with polar bears on them! And of course I didn't plan on this so my insurance card is still on the counter in the kitchen on the stupid pile of mail! Likewise my Drivers license is at the house too.
So now the cop is looking at a guy with no ID, a Viper with temporary tags, no proof of insurance and the dude is wearing pajama-pants and slippers. I don't know know how he kept a straight face. The final straw to this ordeal was my wife made a joke as I left the house and said “Don't get a ticket! ”
So later that night we were brushing our teeth getting ready for bed when she suddenly spit tooth-paste all over the mirror and said, “OMG, do you know what day this is?... It's St. Patrick's Day!” How 'bout that, I tested it on National “Pepper the Highways with as many cops as Possible” Day! (I don't drink so that holiday just means Green Milkshakes at McDonald’s to me.)
-- So in an effort to make lemonade out of lemons I decide I should have an appropriate signature...