Had a hot 69 Camaro 350 Hooker Headers, 456 posi rear, the year was 1971. I was flying on the country roads heading for home. Went through a stop sign at speed, the intersection was such that you could see oncoming traffic and ignore the sign safely. As I got into the intersection I saw off to the right a local cop, he was far enough away that I hit the gas and pulled into my parents garage and hit the automatic door closure. The door had just closed when he went by. For some reason, that cop did not seem to like me from then on. Running from the law is just not the right thing to do. TR
