By Nic Lindh on Friday, 27 January 2006
On the road today, saw a black Corvette with a license plate frame that said, “I know, I know, license and registration.”
Seems like a pretty sure-fire way to ensure the cop who pulled you over won’t cut you any slack whatsoever. But then, perhaps bitter experience has shown our fellow driver that the black ‘vette itself does not bring out the cuddly side of Law Enforcement?
I myself, incidentally, earned the one and only speeding ticket I ever got in a red Camaro IROC Z-28. In a small town in Louisiana. In the middle of the night.
Why was I speeding? Because it was the middle of the night in a creepy small town in Louisiana—known for two things: a highly active KKK Kommunity and lots of reports of Satanist activity—and there was a car right on my bumper. So I increased the distance between myself and it, and then the Happy Lights™ came on.
Being an unshaven guy in a black leather jacket with a foreign accent surprisingly did not get me off the hook.
Good times.