I just left my 2nd bbq of the day, on my way home. I take the on-ramp and immediately, I have to speed up and switch lanes all the way to the left because my
exit is right there (a split to another highway). Just as my luck would have it, a cop sees the whole thing and thinks I'm drunk. I take the next exit
where they pull me over at the curb.
At this point I'm a little nervous because: a) my car isn't registered, b) I have no insurance, c) my engine and exhaust are heavily modified, and d)
there's a toaster under my seat.
As the officer walks over to the passenger side window, I kick the heater further underneath the seat. He asks for license + registration/insurance. I give him
my license and dig thru the glove for the rest just to play it off. But I dont have it and give him a story that I just got my car running after 2 years of
downtime and that my insurance was purchased online, and I forgot to print out the proof of insurance. He aims his flashlight around the interior to browse
around, sees nothing, and asks me to get out of the car. Meanwhile, his partner is supposedly running a check on the car.
I'm asked to perform the entire battery of sobriety tests, even the breath test (even though I know it's voluntary) and pass them all, in my opinion,
with flying colors. He makes a remark about the exhaust and how it won't pass smog but says he's not worried about that. And for the record, I had
about 7 beers and 3 glasses of wine throughout the day but my last drink was at least 2 hrs before this happened. After about 20 minutes outside, he asks me to
get back in my car.
He comes over again on the passenger side, gives back my license and says, "I see your car is registered but make sure you go and get it smogged.
I can tell you've had a few drinks but you're well enough to make it back home so I'm gonna let you go. Take care and enjoy the rest of your
night." From that statement, they obviously never ran a check on the car. Or they did and were just more worried about catching drunk drivers.
Over the years, I've been pulled over for things like speeding, having my stereo too loud, seat belt, and even being the passenger of a coke-filled Z8
running from the cops. Everytime I've gotten away free and I'm convinced that my line of, "I'm a graphic designer for the San Francisco
Chronicle and a student at SF State" gets me out of A LOT of trouble. Tonight was no exception, so I'm calling it a night and sending a big shout out
to the Man Upstairs for having my back.
relief is one of the best feelings ever
your one lucky person. And may I ask, whats your race?
