Blue Lights

This weekend Amanda and I have taken a trip to see some friends up in Virginia. If you follow my Twitter updates, I’m sure you read something about racing a Corvette. Here’s the whole story:

After more than 9 hours of driving, we had finally gotten off the interstate and were only a few minutes away from their house. I pulled up to a traffic light and a bright yellow car pulled up on the right side. Amanda glanced over and asked me if the car was a Corvette or not. I confirmed that it indeed was a Corvette, but jokingly added that it probably wasn’t a very good one because it still had a Carmax sticker on it. Taking the joke further, I asked Amanda if she thought I should ask him to race. (We’re driving in a 2004 Toyota Corolla by the way. With extra, added poundage to boot.) She immediately said she didn’t approve and we continued laughing.

The green light for the turn lane changed from yellow to red, so I put my left foot and the brake and my right foot on the gas. As soon as our light changed from red to green, I hit the gas and started to pull away laughing. (At this point, I still haven’t even made eye contact with the driver of the Corvette.) All of the sudden, the Corvette bursts past us in a flash of yellow. As he goes past, he pauses just enough for us to look over and watch him smile and nod and gun it some more.

Awesome.

Personally, I thought it was hilarious. He knew exactly what I was doing and decided to play along. Amanda and I are laughing that something so funny happened while my eyes drift to my rearview mirror.

Cop.

Blue lights pass us and pull the Corvette over. Makes the story even funnier to me. Amanda felt terrible because we kind of egged him on, but he didn’t have to break the speed limit to play along.