[DogMeister]

Back in '78 a friend and I had just got his '67 Bonneville running. I had just scrapped a car but pulled the tag. We put it on his car and headed to the party store for a celebratory 6 pack.

No sooner had I cracked open 2 beers than the blue lights came on behind us. They took my buddy back to the squad car for what seemed like a half hour. He comes back and says they want to talk to me now. One of the cops says "You know, Mr. Smith (the names have been changed to protect the guilty), we could haul you off to jail tonight."

Figuring I probably shouldn't say anything, I didn't. My buddy got tickets for transportation of open intoxicants and the bad tag. I got 2 for possession and "allowing misuse of passenger registration plate."

So I go to court, the judge reads the possession charge, I plead guilty, and rack up like a $35 fine. He reads the second one and asks if I understand the charge. I say yeah, and he literally says "Well would you explain it to me, because I don't know what the hell they're talking about."

I tell him what happened, and he says there's no such thing as passenger registration plates and tears the ticket in half.

3 years later he married me and my wife and we're still together after 41 years and 2 GTOs.