Just thought of another one...
Years ago I got done for not having any tax on my car.
Dumb, yes.....annoying...well very.

At the time I had two cars, one was a 200SX turbo thing, and the other was a Ford Orion.
Quite a contrast in cars me thinks now.
Anyway, the battery was dead in the Nissan, and I mean proper dead, so dead that 5 days on charge wouldn't even let the engine turn over.

Ok, so off to Halfords I trundle.....but on the way I realise that my Orion has run out of tax, ok well no bother, i'll stick to the back roads and make it quick.
Made it to Halfords with no problem, £75 later I've got my battery sitting on the seat next to me as I'm winding my way through Watford and what do I spy....those pesky golden arches...ooh lunch!
As i'm finishing up my lunch and throwing my rubbish away I spy the car next to me has no tax either, so i can't work our who's being cheekier, me or him.
As i exit the car park I make a right turn across a part of the road that does not allow that apparently (the roads had been extensively dicked around with by the council not long ago).
Bad timing for me was the cop car that actually let me out, and then pulled me over half a mile down the road.
They'd seen what I'd done, so officer N#1 chastises me for that, while officer N#2 checks my details and finds that I'm not taxed...but i am insured and everything else.
Cue bollocking from both of them....and me trying to explain myself (I honestly had not taken that car out before while it wasn't taxed) that I'd been to Halfords to get a battery for the other car which was my project drift car.
I ended up having to sell both cars to get myself out of the financial trouble too.

The end of the story is that after all the fines and back taxes and charges the Plod did me to the tune of £1500.
I can't look at at cop car now wthout thinking that i've paid for some part of it.

The other side of it is that it happened to me again about two years ago, but the cop was much more lenient as while i was pulled over I showed her my redundancy letter that I'd actually been given that day.

I'd spent all my money on trying to survive the month while being stabbed in the back by my employers that there was no money left over to pay the tax on the car, only enough to buy food and petrol.
She was a nice officer.
I'd have bought her dinner too (not only was she a redhead/ In uniform/ had handcuffs etc) but I was a little on the poor side.

Length.....About half a mile, with flashing lights too.
(Temper, Mon 29 Oct 2007, 12:43, Reply)