Stopped by the polis...
... while driving a very late model Citroën GSA. Not too many of them around, although they used to be quite common.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Citroen_gsa_special.png
Mine was bright blue. Both of them, in fact, were bright blue. So, I roll down the window and the two police get out their car and walk up to me.
"We've stopped you because we want to do a check - a couple of these have been stolen recently, you see" the younger one said.
"Oh right, whose?" I asked.
"What do you mean, whose?"
"Well, this one's mine, I've got another one in bits in my shed, a mate of mine owns one in Edinburgh and there's one other one over there, and there's one down in the borders somewhere, Kelso I think, and that accounts for all five of the GSAs in Scotland. So, whose got stolen?"
"Uhm, right, well, have you got any of the paperwork for this car?"
Unzipped my rucksack, pulled out the fat blue folder with all the receipts and invoices from the car, from the set of spark plugs I'd bought that day right back to the original dealer's receipt back in 1985.
"What would you like to see?"
"My dad had one of these", said the older policeman as his colleague gave the insurance and MOT a cursory glance, and went back to hide in the cop car, "I'd love to get one. Can I give you my phone number in case you decide to sell it?"
(gordonjcp, Sat 7 May 2011, 13:37, 1 reply)

If that were Russia, you'd have had to walk home...

( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Sat 7 May 2011, 16:28, closed)