So the other night I got pulled over by the police for the first time. I think maybe what caught their attention were the sequential loops I did around a particular round-a-bout, or as they put it: failure to indicate while leaving. I even managed to have 4 people witness me; being Rob, Cheyne, Shaun and Josh. I will try not to whine and moan about how I was in empty and undeveloped residential streets at 12:30 in the morning... the fact is I was 16k's over the limit, and had no p-plates on. And oh SNAP that will be $250 thankyou.
What I find hilarious though is that they (The Police, Officer Johnson) even felt it in their call of duty to refer to me as a 'Hoon'. For those of you not familiar with the term, a hoon may be defined as a show off or an individual engaged on reckless activity. The following conversation then took place.
Officer: "Just to let you boys know, we're going to be hitting this area hard to target you hoons, so be mindful in future. Thanks guys, now have a good night."
*Insert deafly silence interrupted by the faint chirping of crickets here*.
Oh no, no, no, no, thankyou officer! You see the thing is I currently drive a 2003 model Kia Carnival. Make no mistake, picking up in this 7-seater family van is an absolute treat and makes for a very smooth ride indeed, however, as for major burns out, drag racing, dough nuts and any other wikid sick terminology I can throw in it leaves a lot to be desired for.
So as I drove away with the acceleration of a retarded snail, it was at this point our over stimulated post Transformer movie imaginations boiled over. We subsequently witnessed the police car morph loudly into a giant mechanoid alien and run off into the distance.
Ahhh, happy times.