haha, quick story: I'm driving down 16th avenue (main thoroughfare here) the other day, and wind up in a pick up race w/a guy in ~'96 Maxima. I pull away pretty handily and make some distance on him, hitting at least 90mph with open road ahead. I'm closing on an intersection and topping a small grade when just as I top the small hill I see a copper 409'er about to exit the parking lot of a gas station on MY side of the road. He was juuust about to pull out when he saw me crest the hill and was rolling, and had to stop short when he realized my closing speed was too much. I knew then that I was in trouble. Since I was already approaching the intersection, I used that as an excuse to hit the brakes hard and engaged my turn left turn signal and as I passed him, he was already coming into my lane behind me and gave me the 'ol "whoop whoop" of his siren. I finished my left turn and whipped her into the Pizza Hut parking lot on the right corner.
So as I stop my car, I'm thinking:
(1) I was sooooooooo speeding (he's soon to inform me how much so)
(2) I have totally illegal platage
(3) I have NO state inspection sticker (just have never paid the $5 to get one)
(4) I have no safety belt on
(5) I don't have my updated insurance card (it came the other day in the mail, I forgot to put it in my wallet)
Bottom line? I'm F*%^$D!
The good news?: I look sooo cool with my euro plates!:pimp:
So this is what happens: I have my license out the window as he approaches with his Glock drawn (j/k) and he asks for my insurance. I explain I don't have the new card and he informs me that he can cite me for not having it. I apologize and acknowledge my understanding. He then tells me, "I clocked you at 58MPH in a 45mph zone, but I know you were going much faster than that". "I know, I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry sir" said I with my best "puppy-dog" face on. Stone cold he says, "Sit tight, I'll be back in a minute". So I do just that. Sit tight. I would say that less than a minute later he returns, hands me my license back as he says half-smiling, "Today is your lucky day." "How's that?" I ask, dumbfounded. "I'm out of ticket books. Just slow it down." "Yes sir, I will" I said, not believing my luck, and that was that.
Not one mention of the plates. At all. Not even a little bit. 8)
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