Sounds like Andrew Rusk had a not average weekend...
So Friday night Jon and I went down to London for the Jib Jamboree put on by Eventsing. The evening went swell. We rode, we went to the after party, I got best trick, yipee hooray. Then we decided to make the trek home. Well we got ourselves a parking ticket, fine no biggie. Then, about 5 min from the highway, I notice a cop car has been tailing us for a few of blocks. We come to stop at a traffic light and out of nowhere another cop car skids in front us, the guy behind us pulls in tight on our ass, another car boxes us in from the left and another car blocks out the rest of the intersection. The lights are blaring and a whole crap load of cops have completely surrounded us yelling at us to get out of the truck with our hands up. I believe it was "HANDS UP! GET THE F**K OUT OF THE CAR! HANDS UP! HANDS UP!!!". My brother was dragged off to the car that slid in front us while I got manhandled by 3 other cops. I was thrown up against the cop car that blocked us in from the driverside handcuffed, searched and put in the back of the car which was behind us. "Your under arrest for the possession of stolen property, you have the right to call a lawyer..." These cops think they have got themselves a nice bust on their hands, well unfortunately for them they are terribly wrong. You see a few years ago while at the Canadian Nationals in St Sauveur we had our brand new 2003 Chevy Avalanche stolen right out of our hotel parking lot the first night we were there. We even watched it drive away on the security recording. Well after that was all straightened out we got a new truck, a 2004, and our plates re-issued. Well it seems that when you run the plates the stolen trucks VIN is still in the computer due to the fact it has never been recovered. This has caused us a few problems before but never to this extent. So after explaining everything to the officers and having them do their final checks it was all cleared and we were released. As a parting gesture one officer even said "well at least you will have something to talk about at your Christmas party". Ha ha, yeah no kidding (f**kin dick). After they cleared the scene we pulled into a gas station to clear our heads and call/text everyone. shi*t those cuffs were tight, like so tight they almost drew blood.
So that was our adventure last night we feel like real thugs now. Ah well time to spend the winnings and get new plates hahaha.
