Pete Nice Wrote:It's raining like a motherfucker here, but it is 60 degrees out, so doesn't matter. This must be the front that dumped snow all over Kansas.
you are probaly right.
I only remember it snowing this bad one other time. Sunday, January 25, 1998. I was barely 19. I had been at a superbowl party, Denver vs Greenbay. Denver won.
I had a girlfriend in a town 30 miles away, and it was my only place to stay at the time. It was probaly close to midnight, and the roads were already covered with an inch or two. I'm sure I was over the legal alcohol limit to drive too. I said fuck it, and hit the road.
It started snowing real bad, so I pushed that little ford ranger all it could go. My brain made some sort of retarded equation that going 107 mph in bad snow would get me there quicker increasing my chances.
I hadn't seen another vehicle in 21 miles. Then, 9 miles outside my destination, headlights. I drove by so fast, the taillights disapeared before I could even look in the mirror. Then a few miles later a county sherriff was pulling me over.
I'm going to jail tonight for sure. I thought anyway. He walks up, and says,
"what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"107 miles an hour in this shit"
"I was shitting my pants catching up to you"
I was totally polite to him. yes sir, no sir. No lies. Told him I had been drinking at the party, said I didn't keep track, but probaly had a 12 pack or more.
He knew I was drunk. Said he could have easily taken me to jail, just for the speeding/wreckless driving. He said he didn't want to mess around with all the shit to book me. He said he was just out on a basic patrol, and didn't expect to see anybody at all anyway. He was also a Bronco fan that watched the game before his shift, so maybe that swayed him a bit too.
I was stuck in the snow already by the time we were done, so he had to pull me out. Told me to go 40 mph, and he will follow me to where I was going. That was that. My biggest memory of the Broncos 98 superbowl, and the blizzard of 98.
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