I got stopped one morning coming home from working all night back around 1998. It was at a NC Highway Patrol road block in front of a rough trailer park a few miles from my home. I was driving my unrestored and somewhat tired looking Limelight Green 69 GTO Judge. I pulled out my license and handed it to the cop. He looked at my license and then stared at the hood for a second, where it said "Ram Air' and asked me if it had a 442 under the hood. I said no, it has a 400. He said 'Those 442 Judges were a little faster' and handed my back my license. I said, Yeah, and drove off.
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