I've been pulled over 3 times
4 if you include when I was coming out of a multi story car park and was told to turn my lights on.
A couple of months ago I was driving about my town, taking the long, rather random route home, just because I like to drive. There is a road that used to be a 50 or 60 speed limit but they cut it down to 40. I still drive about 50 on this road, because it really should be a 50. I see blue lights behind me. I pull into the left lane (dual carriageway) to let him overtake. He pulls in the left lane. Oh dear, I'm going to get a ticket. I pull over, sit in the car and wait or the fuzzman.

"Do you know what the limit is on this road?"
"umm...50?"
"No, it's 40" *sniff sniff* "what's that i can smell?"

At this point I realise the man is actually not a man, but a cunt. I am 19, I drive a metro, I am into rock music and as such dress like a rocker, complete with Metallica tshirt and long hair. The thing about rockers is people think they are all on drugs and this fucker is trying to make me confess to having drugs in the car. Honestly, I know full well that he can't smell a thing on account of there being nothing to smell. Except my air freshener. So I sarcasticly point at the air freshener. He didn't look pleased and asked if I had anything else in the car I shouldn't have. I answered "Nope, you can check if you like". He proceeded to let me go, and I drove away at 50.
( Styxx hates when people talk in the third person, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 14:40, Reply)