So yesterday baby got a bath. She is sooo pretty when she's clean and shiny, amazing the difference it makes. No pictures, by the time I got her all cleaned up and dried the sun was settting and we weren't in any good spots for any pics so meh.
But I got a story to tell. If you get distracted easily or don't like to laugh... stop reading now.
So start off I left work and had to fight traffic to Wally-World for a couple things. Left that monstrosity and went to get gas. While filling up I noticed just how dirty the car REALLY was, I knew she needed a bath but wow... the back was layered with dust and gunkiness, yeck... So since they are doing construction right by my house and demo'd the only bridge to make it easy access I have to go out of my way by about 15 miles, well there is a rinky dink town just a little further with a small but nice car wash right off the highway. I figure since it getting close to dark and the temperature is dropping I'll just power wash the brush real good and clean her up (for you paint fanatics, I plan a full polish and wax at spring to fix any swirls that might have occured, paints not perfect anyhow so meh). So I got her clean and went down the highway to dry her off. On the way back tho, is where it gets interesting.
This small town has 2 cops and a radar scanner on a trailer with a digital "how fast can you go" screen on it. You all know the type. Its always on, we know to look for it, radar detector picks it up a mile away. Anywho, parked by it was a lil piggy, watching waiting. As I and several other went by he pulls out and comes flying up. We were under the 55mph limit so nobody was worried, and as he pulls up by me he slows down, "odd" I think, he backs off just a little, my rear bumper even with his, and hes staring. I'm like "I better not get pulled over". He follows like this for about a mile, and then drops back, slides in, Red & Blue... "Motha@#%^&&@" - Pulled over.
As he comes walking up I take note that he looks fresh out of the academy, couldn't have been legal to buy a beer, I'd bet a 6-pack on it. He walks up slowly, eyeing the car, slides a hand across the rear quarter panel as he gets closer. I cringe thinking "I JUST CLEANED HER YOU DIRTY @#$^&@, GET YOUR HANDS OFF!!!". Window goes down, I get the greeting. I say "evening" back and he asks me the most peculiar question.
Is it really supercharged?
WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS? DID YOU REALLY JUST PULL ME OVER TO ASK THIS???
"Why yes officer it is. Factory optioned 3800 with a Eaton blower sitting pretty on top, want me to raise the hood?"
He smiled, "Naw, its cool. Clean car tho, I bet she's pretty quick."
This might be my lucky day... "Yea she does ok, needs some work to be respectable, but for mostly stock she does alright."
I decide to push the situation a little, "But officer, you didn't really pull me over to ask if it was supercharged, did you?"
His smile fades to a evil smirk, "Nope, your tags are expired."
MOTHER@#$^&&*@@$^!!!!!!!
... now I know this, they expire every year at Christmas, horrible time for this. Sometimes I get a lucky break and get it as a surprise for Christmas so I wait and see. This year was not lucky, and funds were used elsewhere earlier this month, so this weekend was the plan to get it paid. Just hoped to get by without being stopped for it. Ugh...
So I explain this, he smiles and says "That's fine, I actually just stopped you to let you know, alot of people get side tracked this time of year, it happens. But I will need to see your license and registration to check them."
So hand them over, and he asks one more question and it makes my blood boil.
"Do you have your UP TO DATE Insurance card with you, because this one expired on the 15th"
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
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Guess who now has to go take the (printed off Geico's website) current insurance to the city hall of this rinky dink town to show them he really does have proper insurance, to get the ticket dropped. This guy. Dammit.