LOL my dad got pulled over (he started driving during WWII) in Oakland, this was before they had radios on the motorcycles the police used. The cop is standing around and standing around, my dad finally asked him to write the ticket so he could get going. The cop got red-faced and finally told my dad he had no tickets in his ticket book and was hoping another cop would drive by so he could use one of his tickets. Then he let my dad go.
Then when I was about 13 my mom makes a left turn and the light had (according to the CHP) changed red before she turned so he pulled her over. So she's pissed and sitting on the freeway on ramp for Hwy 17 South at Camden Ave. The cop was about to start writing the ticket and along goes some dude in a red corvette going down 17 at about 90-100 mph. The cop tells my mother you're lucky today I have bigger fish to fry, runs back to his car, jumps in and does a major burnout going after the vette.
I should be so lucky.:nopity:
Then when I was about 13 my mom makes a left turn and the light had (according to the CHP) changed red before she turned so he pulled her over. So she's pissed and sitting on the freeway on ramp for Hwy 17 South at Camden Ave. The cop was about to start writing the ticket and along goes some dude in a red corvette going down 17 at about 90-100 mph. The cop tells my mother you're lucky today I have bigger fish to fry, runs back to his car, jumps in and does a major burnout going after the vette.
I should be so lucky.:nopity: