The good, the bad and the ugly

Sorry, i lied to you to get you into reading this entry. There are more "the" than just the 3 that i listed at the title. Anyway, you are here already, so keep on reading, huh !

The exciting:

So my long time buddy, damned friend, brother from another mother... called me on July-03 morning. He told me that the whitewater rafting + paintball battle is going as schedule. We talked a little bit, tried hard to said some "nice words" to the other about going or not-going. The reason was that we got some misunderstandings during the week on the decision to go or not. The final decision was "let's go". So i called my cousin and a girl who is my cousin's cousin, a nice girl and a fun lover. They said "YES, let do it"

The good:

So i told me cousin "Yeah, let's go fishing". We grabbed the kids at the house and headed out to the park. We got so so many fish, but all of them are small ones. We went home around 4:30PM. My cousin had to clean the fish, i went to buy some stuff for the trip and get my sleeping bags.

The drive:

Be Ut stopped by around 8:20PM and we headed out to my cousin place to pick him up. We had a little debate on taking my truck or using my cousin 2 doors sporty camaro car. We finally agreed to take the camaro. It took us around 3 hours to get to Beckley, West Virginia. We stopped to get some food and took some pictures.

The bad:

I was bragging with one of my co-worker on July-02 about i did not get any speeding ticket for 3 years but i forgot to "knock on wood" when i said that. So damn it, this is "the ugly".
We were 5 minutes away from the camp site. The road was OK, a little bit country and the dark. My cousin reminded me that the Camaro has an 8-cylinders engineer so it would pick up the speed really fast and the driver does not even realize it. Well, I realized it alright when i saw the flash light of a police car behind me. What a f..king beginning for a vacation trip.
You would think that was bad right ? No, no, it was just the beginning.

And The ugly:

The cop asked me for my driver license and registration of the car. My cousin looked confused when i asked him for the registration "Yeah, i have it in the glove box and i also have a gun in there too". Oh yeah, holly cow. I remembered that, I almost told him to leave the gun home before we left but managed to told myself "It would be alright, no big deal". Now my cousin had to tell the cop about the gun before he opened the glove box to get the registration. So the cop opened the box, got the gun.

F..k, No registration pager there, but THE GUN IS THERE.
My cousin looked in another box and "YES, we found the damn registration pager". The best thing is "THERE WAS NO SECOND GUN".
Sh.t, we could avoid a lot of trouble if my cousin knew where his registration is. The cop walked away with our stuff, and we waited for 10 minutes in the car. Finally, they ordered me to get out, holly sh.t, 3 state troopers and 2 local cops were called for reinforcement. They searched me for "extra" weapon, a pocket knife. They started to asked us all kind of questions "did you smoke marijuana?" "do you have any extra weapon in the car?" "do you have any drug in the car?" ...

So they finally told us, my cousin had the license TO BUY the gun, the gun was clean but my cousin DOES NOT HAVE LICENSE TO CARRY GUN around, espcially cross the state lines, and it was FEDERAL CRIME to do what we were doing "Driving cross states with a loaded gun in the glove box without a concealed carry licence"
They gave us two tickets, and it looked like we had to come back to attend their court.

Well, We got to the camp site around 1:00 AM on The Fourth of July. What a great way to start our 4th-July.

Come back here again for the next entry, it will have more interesting things (and without cops), i promise.... :D