I just woke up a little while ago after a long day of thumpin my new boomer and thought I would share this story. I got (sorta) busted by the cops not once, but TWICE! First, I went to the park yesterday with some friends to play some ball and drink some beers to enjoy the holiday. I brought the 935 and we were blasting some old school stuff and having a great time. Then, all of a sudden I see park security pointing us out to a sheriff. I couldn't believe it. I thought we were gonna get busted for the beer and other stuff...nope. He asked "who's ghetto blaster is this?"(I actually liked that he said that...hilarious). Then he said "ya'll gotta turn down this...jungle music ****!" (Didn't like that. Still refuse to get used to the racism down here). I also think he was busting our balls because there were 3 white guys, 2 black guys & 1 Hispanic guy. Whatever, I started telling him that during the day the noise restrictions are not the same as night...blah blah blah. Then my boy says quietly to me to leave it because he is on parole. So, in the end, we lowered it a bit for a while, anyway. Then we decided to go back to one of their places and have a little BBQ with some more people. Wouldn't you know it...Sheriff comes walking in the back gate at 11:10. His neighbors called about the noise(probably at 11:01!). We had to lower it again. Sooooo, it appears that public enemy #1 in florida is a man and his radio. Not open alcohol containers or other "substances"...big radios.
In the end, it didn't ruin the day, we had a great time. We all laughed about my two busts and look forward to more run ins with the law.
God I love my radio!
In the end, it didn't ruin the day, we had a great time. We all laughed about my two busts and look forward to more run ins with the law.
God I love my radio!