So this one time I'm haulin a&* so fast the cop didn't lock the radar and can't prove it but I pulled over in front of the High School(I was 16 and in my first car,1967 GTO ).He asked how fast and I said the speed limit of 45.Well he didn't like that one so he pulled the old Bumper-Height-Discrepency "ordinance" trick out of his bag and proceeded to actually measure with a tape measure the front top height/rear lower height and subtract,etc.....While it was lunch hour and everybody was going out my buddy rolled slowly by in the opposite direction in his 67 malibu and screamed out the window "did I need any help" .And then the cop replied yes c'mon over;to which my friend responded with a 7grand clutch dumping,tire frying exit! So now the cop is really pissed and starts writing stuff.Turns out he was totally laughing his butt off and let me go with 3 warnings for assorted chicken sh*t.
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