Now this is a thread that merits 10 pages!
My dad lives in Spain. On the same day we both got pulled over going 115 on our respective freeways (65 limit for me, 70something for him). Neither one of us got a ticket.
Back in the day, I was driving like hell to get to a liquor store, on a first date. No liquor sales past 8pm in Connecticut. Its five 'till. I blow a light and the lights come on. The cop tells me how surprised he is that anyone would run a light with a cop car behind them (I had no clue, focused on goings on out front!). I explain that its our first date and I'm trying to get her home before her mom's imposed curfew. The guy nods and smiles, tells me it must be pretty embarrasing to get pulled over with a girl in the car, and lets me go. Didnt make it to the store in time.
Back in the day still I'm driving a friend home in my dad's Mercedes E300, a serious sport sedan in its day IMHO. This guy is a real hot rodder and has no respect for German engineering. I back out of his driveway and do a massive brake stand burnout right in front of his house. I'm down the street admiring my huge smoke cloud when a cap car comes sailing through it, lights on. I have a case of beer in the back seat. I'm 17. Left right left right long way home and three hours to get my heart rate back down. The beer helped.
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