After bragging that I had not been pulled over by the Police for almost twenty years (four here in the US), I got pulled last night for a faulty "tail light" (brake light).
This turned out to be quite strange because I had checked my tail lights moments earlier (I check them each time I fill up with gas) and, indeed, they turned out to be working just fine when I checked them again when I got home.
Anyway, I remembered our chat and decided to risk getting out the car (to look at the tail light).
It was quite funny because the cop's buddy jumps out when he sees me. He then asked me to get back in the car, because of danger from oncoming traffic. I did as he asked. Nevertheless I have some pride in giving the chap some exercise.
So, today I have to go to a police station to show another cop that my tail light that was never broken is in fact fixed. I'm playing the game because it seems to be the easiest thing to do (there is no fine with this). Although my neighbor says I should write a letter to complain.
Weird country eh?
Let's reclaim the streets. Next time you get pulled, get outta the car!
It's what we English call "freedom".