After I drove my Lebaron off that cliff, saving all those lives, I found myself without a car. This sucked, as you might imagine, because I needed my car to work.
Problem was, besides not having any insurance on the Lebaron, I had very little money with which to buy another car. Luckily for me, unluckily for him, a friend of mine had recently gotten a DUI, not his first, and so he wouldn't be driving for a while. Or maybe forever.
I bought his Thunderbird for like $100. I may have been ripped-off.
But the thing ran. It was ugly as sin, but it got me around for work. And other fun things.
One rainy night I was driving home from some bar. Back then, I ran a pool league, so I spent a lot of time driving between bars. I didn't really drink back then, though, because I hadn't discovered any beer that I liked yet.
So I was driving home from a bar on a rainy night, and I was having a very tough time seeing the road. I bet I was going about 25 MPH on a road designed for twice that speed.
I saw flashing lights behind me. One of Washington's finest.
I pulled over to the side of the road, and I clasped my hands together behind my head. So the cop could see my hands and so wouldn't just preemptively shoot me. I saw a guy do that on the show Cops once, and I thought it was a good idea. I mean the clasping the hands thing, not the preemptive shooting thing.
This guy got on his bullhorn and told me not to move. That was fine with me. I wasn't planning on moving. But after I sat like that for about 15 minutes, I got a little fidgety. I'd thought the cop was just running my plates or something. Or maybe he was waiting for the rain to let up a little.
He was waiting for backup.
Not one, not two, but three police cars arrived at pretty much the same time, lights flaring and sirens blaring, and they parked so as to surround me.
I got a little nervous at that point.
I got really nervous when Officer Bullhorn instructed me to (a) use my left hand to roll down my window, (b) use my left hand to throw my car keys outside the car, and (c) place my left hand back behind my head.
I nearly pissed my pants when, while I was following Officer Bullhorn's advice to the letter, the backup cops all got out of their cars, crouched behind their doors, and pointed their weapons at me.
It was probably stupid of me, but I had to say something. "I don't want any trouble," I shouted into the rain.
"Shut up right now!" Officer Bullhorn replied.
So, I shut up.
Next I was instructed to use my left hand to open my door and get out of the car with my hands behind my head.
I did so.
Next I was instructed to lie face-down on the sopping wet pavement, facing away from my car, and to place my hands back behind my head.
I did that too. It was cold, but I don't think that's the only reason I was shaking.
All of the cops then stood up. Two of the backup guys holstered their guns and approached me slowly, while the third backup guy kept his weapon pointed straight at me.
I heard Officer Bullhorn open his door and get out of his car.
(to be continued)