Mustang Street Racers Saved From Ticket by Cop’s Wife
Street race between a triple-black Mustang GT and a white Cobra takes an odd turn after the police pull them over.
What were you doing in 1998? Google was incorporated in September that year. Construction of the International Space Station began in December. Apple dropped the colorful iMac into the computing world. And it was the final year of the original SN95 Mustang before the New Edge sharpened the pony car’s looks for the new millennium to come.
Also in 1998? Rob “Rabbit” Pitts raced his triple-black 1994 Mustang GT convertible against his friend in a white 1998 Cobra, only to experience one of the funniest traffic stops in their lives, as told by Pitts to YouTube channel VINwiki.
“I had one Mustang that I loved,” Pitts said. “I bought it myself. It was a ’94 Mustang GT convertible. I absolutely loved this car, and the reason I loved it is because I had to work so hard to get it.”
Pitts picked up the Mustang GT in 1998 as a salvage car that had been “hit harder than Joe Frazier” with “makeup busted up all in it.” From there, the car was made better than new, from a fresh coat of black paint, to an automatic transmission conversion to make it easier for Pitts to “cruise for chicks,” which he says would be hard to do if he had to push the clutch in while driving on Main Street.
“When you have a Mustang, you do Mustang stuff,” said Pitts. “And I’m not talking about running into crowds of people; this was before the new Mustang stuff. This is old Mustang stuff… A good friend of mine, his name is Ben Mills… had a ’98 Cobra with a 4-6-4 cam… He wanted a little piece of my Mustang GT.”
Thus, Pitts and Mills “pulled to a red light in front of the local Ford dealership” in their native Greenville, South Carolina, both taking off in their Mustangs towards downtown once the light turned green. While Pitts took the win by a car length and a half, the victory was short-lived when a police officer flashed his blue lights.
“First thing the cop asked me: ‘Who’s that guy in the white Mustang?’ ‘I have no idea,'” said Pitts upon pulling over into a shopping center while Mills had taken off. “So, I go to get out, and as I hand over my information, I heard a Mustang, and it was my buddy Ben. He came back. And the cop said, ‘Really? You just drove back up after running from the cops?’ He goes, ‘Yeah, I thought about it. It’s just not right to leave my buddy behind.'”
After the cop collects the licenses and registrations from both Pitts and Mills, he goes back in his car to do his job, which is taking longer than usual. All the while, a lot of people who recognize Pitts honk their hellos and blow up his cell phone, and Mills is wondering what he’s going to tell his parents.
“Next thing you know, dome light comes off, he gets out of his car, he’s got our license and registration,” said Pitts. “He walks over to us. He goes, ‘Mr. Black Mustang. Mr. White Mustang.’ Had a blue ticket folded over our driver’s licenses… He said, ‘Listen. I like Mustangs. I was young once. I like cool cars. And I love racing. But I’m not dumb enough to do it in the city of Greenville. If you guys want to get out on the back road and kill yourself, I could care less. Just don’t do it on my city streets. Have a great night.'”
A few years after getting a warning ticket for street racing, Pitts finds the cop who pulled him over working security at one of Pitts’ favorite bars in Greenville. He asks him why the stop took so long.
The answer: his wife called. Pitts offers to buy him a beer, which the cop says he’ll take up once his shift is over.