Ahhh spring time. My favorite time of year. After 5 long months it's finally time to get the Mavericks out of thier winter storage. We took the one Maverick out for a run on Easter Sunday. Boy it felt good. I almost forgot how much fun it was to see people get whiplash as we drove by them. We were going to run the red and white Maverick too, but it's battery was stone cold dead. It took a day or two to get it charged back up. Yesterday the battery was charged enough to start the car and get it out on the road. The poor car was covered in a layer of dust from sitting in the garage for so long, but it was too cold to wash it. It also needed gas. Dale and I decided that driving it downtown to the gas station would be a good way to further charge the battery, so off we went. About 5 blocks from home a town cop pulled in behind me. He followed me for another 3 or 4 blocks until we got out on the main drag, which was jammed with cars from people getting out of work. I looked in the rear view mirrior just in time to see his lights come on. Then came the siren. I moved over to let him get by, only he did'nt go around me. Me pulled in behind me instead. OK. Why was he pulling me over? He walked up to my window with a big smile on his face and said the only reason he was stopping me was because my brake lights were not working. The first thought to jump into Dale's head was the brake light switch. It was sticking. I stomped the brake petal a few times while the cop stood behind the car and sure enough, the lights all worked again. That made him happy. I told the cop that we had just gotten the car out of storage and everything was a bit stiff from sitting so long. He said he could tell the car had been sitting for a while by just how much dust was on it. He asked us if we lived up on the hill and if we painted cars. Yeah, that was us and yes we did. He then asked us if we had painted the Maverick. Yes we did. He replied that he thought he had seen the car before and he, and I quote, " Can't wait to see it when it's clean. " I asked him if that was a hint and he just laughed and told us to have a nice day. I guess when it warms up a little more I'd better wash the car. I don't need the neighborhood patrol cop teasing me because the car is dirty.
I had a cop pull me over in a store parking lot just to talk about my Judge, he had a gto in school, he asked me how it ran, I smiled and said I didn't know ,I had never got on it!
Yep, it's that time of the year again. Was 90 here yesterday. Only supposed to be in the 80's today. Yesterday I pushed the sprint out of the garage and started working on it. Felt good to be getting dirty again.
Getting Pulled Over in your Maverick/Comet Since we are on the subject of getting pulled over by the cops in our Maverick/Comets i wanted to share of story of my own... Well actually my hubby (KillerComet). My Husband and I were dating at the time and we just finished up a the weekend car show at the mall. Usually after the car show all the classic cars go out and show off on Dual Highway (Which btw is swarming with cops during the summer months). Whelp it happens that we were making one of our last laps of the night and a mustang pulls up next to my husband and revved the engine.... Of course it doesnt go unnoticed. My Husband nods his head at the mustang and they take off down the strip. (of course we beat the mustang but just as we appoached the light a cop pulled up behind my husband). He started getting really nervous and kept checking his rearview mirror at the cop and he kept saying "Yep im busted they are going to pull me over" ... Of Course like all women do i did the "told you So" speech and told him he shouldnt be racing and its not like he could hide in the traffic.....the dang car is Florcent Orange. As the light turned green. The cop turned his lights on.. Rick slowly pulled off to the side of the road. As Rick handed the cop his license and registration..... Guess who Calls... His Grandfather... Said he and rick's dad heard his name go across the scanner and was given him hell while we waited for the cop to return. The good thing is the cop came back and gave my Husband a WARNING for Racing. (Can you believe that a warning?) And after it was all said and done the cop commented on his car and said it was really cool and then asked...... Who WON? Of course Rick got all puffy chested and said I Did... there wasnt even a doubt... The Cop Fed his ego
yeah Rick told me that story, that was FUNNY thats surprising though, they are tough on the dual highway with street racers
its still snowing! i hate snow! i have a 73 comet to pull out this spring and the antisapation is killing me! i was stoped by a cop in my 76 comet and when he left "after giving me a warning" he sead "nice pinto fastback" i put my head out the window and yelled ITS A COMET! i like cops i just hate the stuped ones.
Pinto I've had people mistaken my comet for a pinto. it annoys me to no end. I'm not good at the mechanics of cars (but i'm learning) but i know cars and the difference between a pinto and mav/comet. My car has been mistaken as a pinto, gremlin, even a mustang. not that mustangs are bad. i just dont know how they see any of those cars in a comet.
That was a great story, Michele. It just goes to show that even cops can have a sense of humor. I got pulled over by a cop years ago that I'll never forget. It was before I ever owned a Maverick. At that time I was driving my 1969 Mustang Mach 1. I was on my way to work and yes, I was speeding. It was kind of hard to resist while driving that car. I saw a cop pull up behind me and flash his lights so I knew he wanted my attention. I knew who he was the second he stepped out of his car. His name was Scott and he was a detective with the Bethleham Township Police Department. He also was the owner of the A+ Mini Mart where I stopped for coffee every morning. Naturally all the local cops hung out there, so I knew them all by sight . He walked up to my window and said, " Hey you. You know you were speeding back there, don't you?" I told him, " Yeah, I know I was speeding. I'm in a hurry to get to your store for a cup of coffee." He told me the coffee wasn't that good, and when I got there I should not pick the pot in the middle. That coffee had been on the burner all night. He then called me 'Speed Racer' and told me to slow it down a little. He went his way and I continued on towards my morning coffee. When I got there another cop was already in the store. When I walked up to the coffee machine he turned to me and said, Scott called. He told him to tell 'Speed Racer' not to pick the middle pot. I think I turned five shades of red.
