Sheesh! I am caught up on reading. BigBlack, if in fact the situation with the boy is true, I agree with your comments 110%. I find it funny that some of you guys think you know what your kids are doing 100% of the time.

 

Gary,

I was a all right kid and never tangoed with the law but did do some things my parents did not know, so I must assume my child will have the same little secrets which will more than likely drive me crazy.

As a parent this is scary but I will share here:
During college orientation at one of our largest universities the parents were given their own private session while the kids were taken around campus. No lie, the speaker told the parents to never visit their kids unannounced. They told them that kids were going to be kids and an unannounced visit could cause more headache than its worth.

Lets face it when our kids reach their teens our ability to change their behavior is almost gone. It is the early years when we are able to instill good morals and beliefs. At age 18 what are you going to change?

 

Where they live???

 

alright,,,,I must come clean

In my younger years,,,I ran from the cops many times. Quads, streetbikes, cars,,,,you name it. I was also chased at high speeds about every time. I was never caught.

Man,,,,,I feel better now

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And their source of income

 

Bing you rebel you! how can I ever look up to you again?

Just playing man ..... you lucky, a brown man like my self runs, and they call the national guard on a ***** f***er. That's why I never ran, fear of having a rocket launcher up my ****.

 

ouch!!!!

Im sure if they knew you were the Dr,,,they would leave you alone.

actually,,,most of the running from the cops was done in the woods behind my friends house,,,,usually with keg in hand

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I ran from the cops with a keg in back one time. Ruined a brand new paint job driving through mesquite. Was a lot more scared of what my parents were going to do to me than that sheriff. I think he let me go out of pity.

 

The John Boy and Billy Big Show : THE BEER RUN
The Beer Run: No Hope

A classic true story from the Big Show Mailbag archives aired July, 1997

Dear John Boy & Billy:

As you can see, you've received another letter from one of your "captivated listeners." I wanted to write to let y'all know that not all prisoners are mean and dangerous -- some are merely stupid. After reading this you'll probably want to call Jimmy Spencer to tell him to look for a new nickname, because you have found the REAL "Mr. Excitement."

My story begins on a beautiful July day in 1995. I decided it was too nice a day for work, yet too hot to fish, so I opted to relax in the air conditioning, watch some TV, and enjoy a few cold beers. Several hours and about a case of beer later, I decided it was critical that I replenish my beer supply, and I was not going to let such minor details as not having a car or drivers license deter me. Someone was nice enough to allow me to use their 1976 Dodge -- no tag, bald tires, and a 6-cylinder engine -- to make my beer run in.

Upon leaving the local convenience store, a police officer got behind me and hit the blue light. As you may know, large quantities of beer tend to raise the testosterone level while lowering the intelligence quotient in the typical male drinker. So I decided -- the race was on! How did this go, you ask? Well...not too good.

A 20-year-old Dodge with a 6-cylinder and bald tires is not the car of choice for this type of activity, but I figured what I lacked in horsepower I could make up for with my driving prowess (and besides, you've got to run with what you brung to the track). I jumped out to an early lead, but my competition quickly closed the gap. He attempted to pass me on the low side (he darn sure wasn't gonna go high). but I successfully blocked the pass, and he had to fall back in line as we approached the turn. I lost it about halfway through turn one, and put 'er into the wall (actually it was a ditch, but it worked just as well). And I'll tell ya -- Spencer couldn't have done it any better.

Ever the quick thinker, I decided this would be a good time for a foot race. How did this go, you ask? Well, not too good. Being the beautiful day it was, I was wearing flip-flops. Not the ideal footwear for a race, especially when the participant wearing the flip-flops is drunk. At the end of the footrace, I decided a wrestling match was in order. Unfortunately for me, the cavalry had arrived by this time, and they entered the match without being tagged. As you can probably tell from the enclosed mug shot, the wrestling match didn't turn out too good either. However, I did feel somewhat vindicated when I puked in the backseat of Dick Tracy's squad car. (I really did.) Now, two years later, I'm about to finally make it home from my beer run. I have learned a few things:

a) Never drive anything with 6 cylinders and bald tires b) Always wear a good pair of shoes c) Buy beer by the keg

You know the saying "Life is short, play hard?" Okay then. Y'all keep em straight up thar -- Love ya, mean it.

Signed, Dale Darryl Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvan Gordon Earnhardt Smith Johnson Jr.

 

I've ran from the cops a few times. One time they caught my ****, and I wish I hadn't ran. They beat me down, cuffed me, slammed my face in the ground, went to stuff me in the car and whacked my head against the patrol car. Slapped me in the face, for cussing from the mis-treatment, and threatened me all the way to the station. I was friggin 13! Needless to say I never ran after that.[img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif[/img]