Not a buick, but a kill

Ok, back in 93' My father owned a 1973 Ford Grand Torino Sport with a 351 Cleavland. Not a Buick, but A nice car nonethe less. Gold with metal flake and a huge reflectice yellow stripe down the side.
Anyways, we were heading home on the interstate, the day he bought it, There was a fairly deep ditch seperating the two lanes. We were harping on my dad the whole way to get on it a little. Finnaly he had enuff, and burried the needle. I'm gussing around 130+mph. right about then we noticed a patrol car on the other side of the ditch, lights come on, he slams on his brakes locking em up, He desides to do the cut through the ditch idea, and we watch him get stuck right at the bottom, bumpers both hungup.... awsome.. we didn't slow down, we took the next road into town, and parked in a small lot behind a building and waited... within the next 5 minutes, about 5 police cars flew past...Suckers!!!!!!! we took every backroad ever created and parked the car safely in back yard... Had a cop checked our hood for heat about and hour later, he'd still have burnt his hand.. and man were those rear tires warm..............