I think I'm in deep doo doo with the law...
I just got home after kinda running from the cops. OK, to explain..
The street I live on is quite long, and open and flat and straight. I live on one end of the road, and a BP gas station is on the other end.
My mom has pneumonia right now, and so I've been staying with her most of the time. She's in bed, and feeling worse than ever today, but she said she was ok for me to leave to go get a bite to eat and put some #2 in the truck. I did not take my phone with me, which had I had, all of this would not have happened.
SOOO, I'm filling up the truck and I start hearing sirens, and in the back of my mind I'm thinking of my mom who has bad pneumonia, and is feeling very bad. I am like "I sure hope whatever it is isnt an ambulance.." So I'm filling up, and I see what else, but an ambulance pop over the hill!!!! So, I click off the pump, and am thinking "if it turns down my street i'm out of here ( i was filling with the debit card)" Lo and Freakin behold it turns down my street squeeling tires. I immediately clomp the pump back into it's thing and jump in the truck, and peel out of the parking lot. I had to wait for lots of traffic that had stopped. I floor it across the intersection, nearly get hit, and take off after the ambulance. By this time I cannot see the Ambulance because of hills, but I can still hear it. So i've got the pedal to the floor, and before I know it, I'm doing about 100 mph down a 45 mph road, with one hand on the horn, flashers going. I pass about 5 cars at speed across the double yellow, horn still going, adreniline going, thinking full well that that ambulance is going to MY HOUSE, and MY MOM could be dying! About 2 miles before I get to my house, I see the ambulance going down into the Rock Quarry, with two police cars trailing behind it. and i'm like "THANK YOU JESUS, I HOPE WHOEVER WILL BE OK" MY speedometer is right on 100... when I blast past the police cars, I see one of them lock his brakes up. and I scream "OH MY GOD, I'M ABOUT TO LOSE MY LICENSE" There's maybe 300ft between him and I. I don't let off of the throttle, and continue blasting down the road. I see him struggling to turn around, and I keep going. I never saw him come out behind me, but I was gone and around the long sweeping corner before he got turned around.
At this point, I am pretty certain they'll find me, but there is the off chance that they just saw a White crew cab truck, and did not know what it was. I'm scared, but if/when they come I'm gonna just tell them how/what happened. I mean, I was scared to death about my mom, and now I'm still scared. 10 min has elapsed and my heart rate is still about 160.