So,I'm cruising down the freeway and I see this big motorcade...its THE DENVER BRONCOS. The Raiders hated rivals. I see a crime of opportunity. Quickly I put my black leather racing gloves on. Where did I have them you ask? In the glove compartment! What are you, stoopid?
I see the cops along side the bus...I then put the fear into one as I popped a weelie and he runs off the road. Popping a weelie in a front wheel drive compact takes real talent.
So anyways to make a phony story short, I escaped the ensuing mayhem. Just too talented for the law. Don't tell anybody.