This was a :goof: situation so I thought I'd share it.
Tonight I was on my way back from Gainesville at about midnight. I'm drivin through the boonies, looking for a CD in my front seat (what "front seat?" I have a 2 seater) and I kinda swerved a little bit. Next thing I know, a cop is on my ass. Stays there for 15 minutes and hits the lights.
Comes up to the car and says he read my Phins tag and it shows that it belongs on a station wagon.
Now I gotta find my papers saying it's my tag. Then he asks why I'm swerving. I tell him about looking for a CD, and he asks if I was drinkin. I'm thinkin, "No but if you got a flask, I'll take a shot cause you're makin me nervous." THEN I had to do the dumbass drunk test. Walking in a straight line, the works. He finally believes me when I pass his little test, he sees all the discs on my seat and doesn't smell booze.
Now he's gotta check to see if my tag story is right on. My tag is D05BB. He thought the last B was an '8' and that's how he typed it in his computer. Somebody get this guy another donut and some coffee!:goof:
Needless to say, after 25 minutes I was back on the road. And the moral of the story? Don't drive and swerve unless ABSOLUTELY necessary....hey I was trying to find my "Powerslave" CD what can I say?:rocker: