I too once upon a time hit the pedal to the right instead of the one in the middle. First time I did, I barely even recognized what was happening. Unmarked, downtown, 35 in a 25. I see the cop hop in the car fast and take the next corner, fortunately behind a couple of buildings and into the qwick-e-mart where I park and go in for a slurpee. cop walks in looking around, I take a LOONG time pouring my slurpee, he leaves (ahh gotta love podunk, wher ehe gave up so easily, and I don't know why he didn't check my plates, but there were a couple other mazda pickups rolling around there as well)
next time, I knew what I was doing. 12cars doing about 120 up I5 towards Portland OR. (my civicsi in the middle of a neuspeed club) See a sheriff car on an overpass's lights come on, and to my suprise everyone around me guns it. I guess it was a race in a way, fortunately I hung alright. The slowest dude got the ticket.
next up, again, group of cars, nothing fancy, 100 on I-90 outside of seattle. we all pass the same speedtrap, see the lights, and immediately tun it to the next exit and scatter. I stopped for lunch and didn't see one statepatrol car.
My most retarded one, long striaghtaway on a country road. about 1am, 70in a55, see the cop facing the other way, lights come on, and he turns aroudn behind me, I punch it, get upto about 125, make it over the hump, and slam my brakesto hang a sharp left ont he crossroad that I know's lurkig right on the other side. duck down that, unfortunately I guess he saw that coming, fortunately with some twisties and barns as well I manage to get quite a bit ahead of him. Duck behind a barn, killthe lights. Cop goes flying by, I finish what is as close as you can get to a heart attack when you're a strapping 20yo lad, and go back out the other way.
So about 2 weeks later for some reason I'm retarded and the same thing happens, only this time he's all over me on the twisties even. Fortunately I realize I'm ******, pullover, and he recognises me as I'd helped him when his battery was dead once, so somehow he lets me off with a "there is no way you should even still have your lisence right now, but You did me a favor so I'm going to do you one, don't think it'll happen again" I consider myself VERY fortunate on MANY levels. I was starting to feel pretty cocky and invincible about my little hopped-up civic back in '98 when it really wasn't the in thing to do. And quite honestly after the previous experience I was pretty damn proud of myself and prolly about one more out-running attempt from winding up in jail.
Since then I prettymuch don't even speed. And Seeingas I bike-commuted for a year, and worked really hard to afford my P5 I'd just about die if I crashed it. Sure I let it loose on those backroad twisties when she's begging me to push it, but were I ever to see redand blue, nothing but straight to the curb, and I'll take my chances smooth-talking thankyou.