Most people know I now have the new LoveFab Turbo Kit on my NSX. I also just finished the AKA Rally last Friday. (See the story here)
This past Friday, I got a call from Deaf Patrick while I was relaxing on my boat in the early evening. He wanted to come over and get a ride in the newly turbo'ed NSX. He wanted to see if a boosted NSX really made a noticeable difference over the supercharger. Well we grabbed dinner with some friends and on our way back to my home; I decided to let him feel what the boost could do.
Around Midnight, we were driving NB on the I-75 near Moore Mill Road in forth gear, I decided to blip the throttle and get on the boost…in a matter of seconds, I saw the boost gauge climb to 5lbs and the speed read about 120mph. As I was coming off of the throttle, My V1 went nuts and indicated a laser hit. “Oh Sh*t” I say but where is the cop? Well about quarter of a mile up, I saw the Atlanta Police officer starting to roll in the slow lane ready to take off after me. I quickly got into the slow lane and pulled right in front of him. I turned off the car and got my license out and waited for him to write me the biggest ticket of my life.
The officer comes to me window and asked me to step out of the car. At this time, Patrick is laughing his ass off at me as the officer proceeds to ask me (actually yelling at me) trying to find out what the rush was. As soon as I told him I was testing something, he asked me to turn around. Everyone in my world knows that means…IM GETTING ARRESTED!!! I asked him are you really arresting me for speeding??? He told me I put him in a precarious position because he called ahead to his sergeant and the Georgia State Patrol to assist in the chase he thought for sure I was about to give him! He honestly said if he didn’t call ahead to the other officers, and he knew I was going to pull over, he could just give me a citation and let me go but he had to arrest me at the point. He also said he could impound the car but he allowed Patrick to drive it back to my house.
In the back of a police car handcuffed is nowhere I want to be ever again. The handcuffs actually hurt and without a seatbelt or padding on the seats, my ass was sliding and falling all over the place. It was as if he was racing to the jail trying to prove a point. When I got into jail, City of Atlanta downtown location (on a Friday night at midnight) I walked into a world of “WTF is all of this”??? I don’t belong here. I am sitting here with drunks, killers, rapist, molesters and I was there for Speeding. I am not trying to justify or lessen my actions whatsoever but shouldn’t they have a different area for lesser offenses? I am sitting there trying to come up with a rougher reason for being in there.
I saw everything from Transsexual/Transgender Prostitutes, fight victims (blood still dripping down their face) and everyone else you could possibly imagine. I arrived in the jail about 12:20 and I was doing pretty well (trying to act hard) until about 3am when many of the other inmates were starting to fall asleep. my defenses started to easy up until a new crew of inmates entered the jail and these guy were even worse. I am thinking to myself Where the hell is Patrick with the bail money? It’s been damn near 3 hours and my ass is still sitting here when I can be in my bed. I cannot believe 8 hours earlier I was relaxing on my boat watching the sunset with friends and now I am sitting in jail with some of the most harden criminals in Atlanta. Well it turns out the computer systems in the jail were down until about 5am thus no one could be bailed out until it came back up. In addition Patrick could only take out $1000 out of an ATM and he actually called my ex to get the balance of the $1800 Bail.
5:30am hit and now I have to line up on the wall with the rest of the inmates. We walked the wall into a room for something they call breakfast. Their version of breakfast was two pieces of bread with a single piece of bologna on it. They also gave you a package of mayonnaise and mustard and a cookie with some type of funny looking green pickle juice for a drink. I wasn’t planning on eating anything but it was starting to scare me when other inmates were saying they’ve had their bond posted since Thursday and they were still waiting to get out. I figured at 8am I would call my mother if nothing had happen and I know she knows the right people to get me out. I just didn’t want her to know. I also had to hear chants from other inmates wanted to trade their cookie for my sandwich. Honestly take it my man...take it all. I am not planning on eating this unless I am still here tomorrow at this same time. Well 6:43AM they call my name. I was FINALLY able to leave. They asked me some check out questions and I was able to go.
I was charged with Speeding, 123 in a 55 zone and also wreckless driving. My bail was $1800. I know I am guilty and I need to face the fire but I just pray they don’t take my license. I know it was stupid and I shouldn’t have done it but I also find it ironic that I just returned from the AKA Rally where my top speed was 170mph and I averaged over 90mph and about 10 miles from my house, I get arrested for speeding.
Well my court date is September 25 and I will keep you posted on my result.
I washed and waxed my NSX and I think I am putting her away for a while and time to drive the Miata.
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