It was Saturday, June 28th, early evening. We were on our way back from a long and mentally exhausting race day at Watkins Glen. My Continental Tire Series racing car driver friend was riding passenger with me, while Mathias was following in his trusty 1999 Mercedes ML. Two hours or so into our return trip, my bad luck started to shine.
We got off Route 17 (or I86) in Hancock so I could stop at my favorite smoked food smoke house. As we were driving through Hancock, my car’s “newly acquired” exhaust “modification” accidentally attracted the attention of the local police as I made a left turn. The police officers dashed into their car, made a quick u-turn, and followed me directly into a gas station lights on. After writing me up for my exhaust, we were on our way once again.