Driving fast was
always my need for speed disability. I never knew when to keep the foot out of
the carburetor and slow down to the posted speeds but we all change as we learn
the hard way not to drive your car faster than what the law allows.
My buddy Sean was a risk taker and a
lady’s man as he showed off his Elvis like hair style to the girls on the base
and anytime the opportunity gave him a chance to flirt and date total strangers
we met in the bars. I was married but he was single so it was an odd couple and
the rules were different from him and me. I had to make sure I had a ride back
to the base so I hung out with him as much as I could.
Most of Jefferson County was dry so we had to
look far to find a bar that served us GI’s and where the price was not too
steep even back when everything was so much more cheaper than before. Having a
car was a bonus and we took advantage of that every weekend when we did not go
home as Sean and I lived in the same city just on opposite sides of town.
We were driving
down Interstate 71 coming into Montgomery County when the gates of hell opened
loose and threw us a curve I would never forget. In the army and home on leave,
I was desperately trying to find rides to and from my assigned army base in
Louisville and my home in Columbus Ohio.
It was a gamble
I had to take as my car was broke down and needed repairs I couldn’t afford
thus I hitched a ride with army buddies to and from on the weekends. Sean was
my best bet and I appreciated the fact he never hesitated to give me a ride.
A speed freak,
he drove a 1969 Pontiac GTO. It has a flashy red paint job and the shining
magnesium wheels drew attention to anyone we were passing or even standing
still. His dual exhaust pipes roared as he accelerated at a high speed jumping
off the change of lights like he was at the drag strip. I had to get used to
his driving and tolerate his adolescent ways if I wanted to go home on weekends
and see my family.
It was 3 o clock
in the morning when the red lights appeared behind us as I was sitting in the
passenger side soundly asleep but awoken by the loud siren that warned us to
pull over. I looked at Sean and asked him “what’s wrong” and he said he didn’t
know and that he wasn’t speeding or anything like that.
I knew that was
a lie because before I closed my eyes he was doing 90 mph and I didn’t mind
that but I believe the cop had clocked him doing that a little while back
before he slowed it down.
A risk taker and
rule breaker Sean sped up and the cop began to howl his siren with short bursts
of wails that nobody could ignore. Before I knew it there were more cops
joining the one behind us in the chase and we even saw a helicopter up in the
air as we neared the town of Lebanon just past the county line. Its lights were
flashing red just like the patrol cars but it was the spotlight on us that made
us realize he was marking us for a target.
Sean reluctantly
pulled over and as we heard the cop shout out directions to stay in the car and
show them our hands, we were swarmed by at least six cops with guns drawn out
to shoot us if they had to because they thought they were in danger. Almost
immediately they recognized us as soldiers on leave. It could have been the
haircuts or maybe the olive drab duffle bags in the back seat but regardless
they pulled us out one by one and told us to sit on the ground away from the
car. It was then the arresting cop said Sean was doing 110 mph when he clocked
him back there about 15 miles or so.
Six hostile
cops, a helicopter above us and two soldier on leave and in deep trouble. I
realized Sean was driving so my mind was not so much concerned on the ticket
but I had to start thinking about finding a ride back to the base in case they
kept Sean and impounded the car. It was a dilemma I couldn’t do anything about
till we got to the sheriff’s station as by now the county sheriff deputies had
also joined the chase.
License and
registration wee the first real rational words that came out of the mouth of
the hostile cop. I pulled out my Ohio driver’s license as Sean pulled out his
and that’s when I was shocked beyond anything else that had entered my brain.
Sean had a temporary learner’s license that required him to have a licensed
drivers to ride with him and accept responsibility for his conduct or driving
skills.
Ohio law says if
you are under 18 years old, your parent, legal guardian, person with legal
custody, or a responsible person who is willing to assume the legal obligations
must accompany you. This person must also provide proof of his identification. The cop turned, smiled and told me he was
arresting me for speeding and everything else he could think of while Sean
seemed to be off the hook.
It didn’t seem right. I didn’t know he had
just turned 18. I though he was an adult and had his own license. I tried to
argue with the cops but the handcuffs were tightened as they put me in the
patrol car to haul me off to jail. They were laughing as they contemplated
charging me with street racing as well. It was funny to them but I knew I was
about to have a nightmare I would never forget.
I was initially
charged with speeding, reckless operation and driving without a valid license.
Now mind you that wasn’t all true but it was good enough for the cop to justify
booking me and throwing me in jail. Sean, my co-pilot and good friend was
driving but it didn’t matter to the highway patrolman who pulled us over.
Arriving at the
station, the cop strutted me to jail dressed in his brown uniform and big
looking gold star. He told me a judge will set bail and I would be allowed one
phone call to call a lawyer to help me with my charges. I was booked into the
Montgomery county jail awaiting the chance to make a call when I decided to
call home and see if they could come down and post my bail in the morning.
I knew I was going
to be late for Monday morning roll call but I was behind bars and nothing would
change until I came up with the money to release me. I was glad I cooperated
with the officer’s instructions as they cut me a little leniency as a soldier
and not so much as a criminal. They had searched the car for drugs and weapons
and found neither. Another break for us as we were given a little more
consideration as time went by. So far it was speeding and a few other charges
but the mood was lifted less hostile as we cooperated fully.
One of the cops
asked us why we were going so fast and Sean blurted out we were late for being
on post and roll call. We would be counted AWOL if absent and we were trying to
beat the clock. One deputy offered us a phone call to the base but we declined
saying it would only make matters worse as it would be reported to the first
sergeant and duty officer and hell would have to be paid for that.
The bail was
set, the other charges were dropped except for speeding and we were released to
head out to the base. We lost one day of pay, one stripe for being absent
without leave and extra duty to clean the barracks as well as a suspended
sentence for weekend furloughs I didn’t want because this was more embarrassing
to me than it was to Sean since I was hold the bag that cost me all that
money. Sean being Sean never offered to
pay it back and I never hitched a ride with Sean ever again.
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