Do you know how hard it is to go 25 on a Busa. You just barely twist the throttle and you are going 30.
How come people never tell us DURING the traffic stop that we could just keep going to the donut shop? Why is it always well after the fact? I've always wanted an answer to this simple question.
Sorry Bro, Pay up and move on
Last ticket I got was out of state, I was pissed Raining / Night / Didnt see the sign, Got me for 70 in a 45, Decided I wasnt going to pay the out of state ticket, did you know they can suspend you license because of a ticket you have from another state.
I do Now
Paid the ticket and the $50.00 to reinstate my license
Sorry Bro, Pay up and move on
Last ticket I got was out of state, I was pissed Raining / Night / Didnt see the sign, Got me for 70 in a 45, Decided I wasnt going to pay the out of state ticket, did you know they can suspend you license because of a ticket you have from another state.
I do Now
Paid the ticket and the $50.00 to reinstate my license
At one point when the lights first went on. I thought about trying to out run him. But the old guy in me told me to stop and not risk getting a bigger ticket or an accident.
At one point when the lights first went on. I thought about trying to out run him. But the old guy in me told me to stop and not risk getting a bigger ticket or an accident.
I had a motorist one time stick a box of Dunkin Donuts out the driver side window as I walked up to the car. Being one who respects a good sense of humor, and an iron clad set of balls, I let the guy go with a warning.
No, no, no, thats not what happened at all; One day a couple of NBA players were messing around on the court shooting some hoop, when one made a shot the other grabbed the ball and wouldn't give it back, so the other player ran over to the bench and grabbed his box of donuts and slammed dunked them in the basket. The other player got mad and said, "Man, why you dunkin my donuts?" When they retired they parterned up and opened a donut shop. You guessed it, the rest is history.Good, and you took the donuts, right?
Ever wonder how they got their name? Long time ago when the Brits wore powdered wigs (hope they don't anymore), one guy was walking along--in a fog-- eating an unsweetened lump of half-baked dough.
He started using sugar to powder his wig, and as he walked along he'd rub his lump in his wig, making it taste much better. Then he decided to make and sell these sweet lumps, and since his name was John Dunne he opened Dunne's Bakery right there on Fleet St.
Business picked up and soon he had the whole family involved. Eventually he got so fat he died, and his kids inherited the bakery. They changed the name to "The Kin of Dunne's Bakery", and sold lots more. Around 1960 they moved to the US and shortened the name of the bakery to "Kin of Dunne", and then later they renamed it (yup, you guessed it) "Dunkin' Donuts".