I got to see what kind of tire smoke a drifting 18 wheelerl makes...holy crap.
I chased the drunk that caused it across the state border, where once I crossed out of a big city, and out of a more upscale state, into a hick town in S.C., I finally got a real police response from the small town. Guy got hauled off in handcuffs.
The frustating thing, is as soon as I got back into NC, there was a speed trap sitting there on northbound, you think they could moved him southbound when I kept calling with this guy's location?
Guy blew a 2.0, whatever that means. Rough night with the long chase, rough day at work and tired. I feel like a younger version of Rick not letting A-holes win.
I should drop some donuts off at the Charlotte NC police department that's up the block and explain my displeasure with them, and their complete lack of response, and ask if maybe if I had donuts with me they'd of responded?