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<blockquote data-quote="red dirt shootist" data-source="post: 4101848" data-attributes="member: 52708">I have to apologize to rhart for stepping on his thread, but I have to tell this story. Around 1972 I had a couple of friends move to San Francisco, but things didn&#039;t go well and they called me and asked if I would help them move back. 2 of them and 3 cars. I said sure, I&#039;ll come out a week or two early and hang out while we get ready. So I met a Chinese girl that became my girlfriend and it was great. So we got ready to go, drove all night and got into Arizona next morning. Well I passed by a Highway Patrolman that lit me up. Now my buddies are in sportscars, and I&#039;m in a 63 Chevy, white with primer spots all over because they bought it from our neighbor who was a heroin addict, but one of the nicest guys you ever met. So the patrolman walks up and says can I see your license, and I&#039;ve already got it in my hand, but he didn&#039;t see it because he&#039;s looking at the load. The 63 is riding low, bad shocks so it feels like I&#039;m driving a boat, I got a 16 foot canoe strapped to the top of the car, just riding on some 2x4&#039;s cause that&#039;s all we had. Then I have a blanket on top of the back seat area and a guitar on top of the blanket. Now the cop is looking it all over and says, &quot;what&#039;s under the blanket?&quot; I say, &quot; a 1948 panhead Harley.&quot; We left the back seat in an alley in SF. He says, &quot;there isn&#039;t room for a Harley back there.&quot; I say &quot; the front end is in the trunk.&quot; He says &quot;would you step out of the car and open the trunk and pull back that blanket over the back seat.&quot; So I do both. and he say&#039;s &quot; uh huh.&quot;&nbsp; Then he says, &quot; is it normal for people from Oklahoma to drive around like this?&quot; I could see a slight grin, and he was holding back a laugh. So I say yeah, we don&#039;t have a lot of money so we just use cars for whatever. He says &quot;uh huh, the reason I stopped you is your tag is blowing in the wind and is improperly displayed. So here is what I&#039;m going to do, I&#039;m going to give you a warning for the tag, on the condition that you promise me you will drive straight through Arizona, stopping only for gas. Do we have a deal?&quot; I say,&quot; that is our plan, and he says, &quot;uh huh.&quot;Now, I think you are far more likely to get help from a cop, than be bothered by one.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="red dirt shootist, post: 4101848, member: 52708"] I have to apologize to rhart for stepping on his thread, but I have to tell this story. Around 1972 I had a couple of friends move to San Francisco, but things didn't go well and they called me and asked if I would help them move back. 2 of them and 3 cars. I said sure, I'll come out a week or two early and hang out while we get ready. So I met a Chinese girl that became my girlfriend and it was great. So we got ready to go, drove all night and got into Arizona next morning. Well I passed by a Highway Patrolman that lit me up. Now my buddies are in sportscars, and I'm in a 63 Chevy, white with primer spots all over because they bought it from our neighbor who was a heroin addict, but one of the nicest guys you ever met. So the patrolman walks up and says can I see your license, and I've already got it in my hand, but he didn't see it because he's looking at the load. The 63 is riding low, bad shocks so it feels like I'm driving a boat, I got a 16 foot canoe strapped to the top of the car, just riding on some 2x4's cause that's all we had. Then I have a blanket on top of the back seat area and a guitar on top of the blanket. Now the cop is looking it all over and says, "what's under the blanket?" I say, " a 1948 panhead Harley." We left the back seat in an alley in SF. He says, "there isn't room for a Harley back there." I say " the front end is in the trunk." He says "would you step out of the car and open the trunk and pull back that blanket over the back seat." So I do both. and he say's " uh huh." Then he says, " is it normal for people from Oklahoma to drive around like this?" I could see a slight grin, and he was holding back a laugh. So I say yeah, we don't have a lot of money so we just use cars for whatever. He says "uh huh, the reason I stopped you is your tag is blowing in the wind and is improperly displayed. So here is what I'm going to do, I'm going to give you a warning for the tag, on the condition that you promise me you will drive straight through Arizona, stopping only for gas. Do we have a deal?" I say," that is our plan, and he says, "uh huh." Now, I think you are far more likely to get help from a cop, than be bothered by one. [/QUOTE]

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