Replying to My Weekend Adventures

We made it to Canada, almost. When we approached the border, the guard knew something was up. 4 Kids in the front giggling in a ford F350, obviously shitfaced. They question my friends for a few moments, and I know that something is wrong. I scream at my friend tyler, HIT IT! We fly through the border. All of a sudden there are sirens all around us. They are coming. Four border patrol vehicles are hot on our tail. I stand up and hurl a cinderblock from the back of the pickup into the middle of the road. The trailing cop smashes into the block and does a frontflip. The car is destroyed. The remaining cars smash into the destroyed one, and I scream with gusto, YEEHAW WERE GONNA GET US SOME MAPLE SYRUP! We keep driving into the night and take a quick left turn onto a backroad. The remaining cop cars in pursuit fly on past us. We are safe for the time being, and camp out for the night. The dark is fitful as we begin to realize what we have done. Every shadow and noise seems to be coming right for us. We are now wanted internationally wanted by both US and Canadian Governments.
The realization hits hard. We are now wanted by the Canadian police. The Mounties are riding around on horseback looking for four scared shitless teenagers. My friends and I discuss actions, and we decide that at dawn we will make a run for it. The night drags on and we hear sirens in the distance accompanied every once in a while by Kevins fearful whimper.
After what seems like an eternity, the darkness begins to ease. It is time.
Tyler throws it in reverse and we take off flying towards in reverse down the dirt road. We emerge onto a lone stretch of highway. Tyler throws the e-brake. We do a quick 180, and he slams down on the gas. We hurtle down the road towards the border patrol station. Out of the corner of my eye I see a pack of Canadian mounties, men on horseback creating a human blockade across the road. But wait, there in front of us lies the smoking wreckage of the police cruiser that we destroyed the previous night. It forms what looks to me like a ramp. I scream at tyler to hit the car-ramp, and he changes course. We smash into the front of the car ramp, and take flight. We fly over the mounties towards the border patrol station. I scream, all four of us are screaming at the top of our lungs. For a moment I think that we are going to make it, but the laws of gravity take effect and we begin to fall. We are not going to make it...
With a smash we slam into the border patrol station. We take flight and flip towards American soil. The car begins to cartwheel and finally rolls to an end in an upright position. We are home.