Since I started this thread I guess I'll tell one on me. 1970, late August , early September I attended a business meeting in Toledo and headed home about 9PM. I lived about 50 miles south of Toledo and decided to take a different route home for a change of scenery. I had a 69 Road Runner, 383 , four speed. There is a very small town on the route that has one traffic light and one cop ( that I am aware of anyway ) and the traffic light is at the top of a steep incline in the middle of town and a right hand turn to continue through town. As I approached the light it turned red. I did not want to stop on the incline with a manual tranny so I decided to run the light since it was dark and no one was out on the streets anyway. As I rolled through the light I looked to my left at the only gas station in town and there was the cop apparently engrossed in paperwork with his dome light on. He glanced at me, threw the clipboard on the dash, turned off the dome light and cranked the cruiser's engine. I was not about to let this officer get close to me. I hit the gas and took off. By the time I reached the city limits I was in fourth gear and all four barrels were wide open. It is about 2 1/4 miles to the main four lane road, Route 20, across flat Ohio farmland with only a couple of small side roads to contend with. The moon was bright and I could see no other traffic except the red gumball behind me and he was fading fast but still there. The 383 was pulling strong. I have no idea how fast I was going because I didn't have time to look and the adrenaline was pumping hard. The road I was on tees into Rt. 20 and I had to make a left turn at the intersection. It is well lit and has a flashing red light for me and flashing yellow for Rt. 20. As I approached I could see a large double bottom gravel hauler waiting to turn left onto the road I was on. If he started his turn I would have to stop and it would be all over and a LARGE ticket; maybe even jail! I began to flash my lights. The trucker apparently saw what was going on and held his place. As I did a four wheel drift through the intersection, the trucker hit the gas and rolled that big rig right in the middle of it at a very slow pace. The cop had nowhere to go and had to stop. By that time I'm a half mile down the road with my lights off and turning on to a small county road. I stayed on back roads the rest of the way home and put the RR in the garage. Didn't sleep at all that night from adrenaline overload!!