I made the drive to Aptos in my 318i, late at night. BAM! About a Megawatt of bright lights are pointed at my car, I am being pulled over. I signal I am pulling over, he blasts over a 10kW audio amplifier to get off highway 1, and make another right into an uphill side road. My wife laments the 400-500 dollars for whatever I did wrong this time. I say, no worries, I did nothing wrong this time.
Young officer get his head and a 20.000 lumen flashlight through the window and orders me to put the car in Park. I tell him it has no Park, it is a manual. He orders me to shift to Neutral then. I shift to Rude instead as Neutral is Wrong and second gear where I have it is Right. My wife shifts to Nervous, but when you are right you have the confidence to be rude and win. He asks the usual "do you know why I pulled you over", I say NO. I think perhaps a 1998 318i that only a surf bum would drive around Santa Cruz means I must have weed or be drunk. He says my rear license plate is no longer reflective. Generally I am more reflective than introspective, so I reflect and offer him to swap front and rear plates. He declines. He asks me to get a new one from the DMV.
He warns me my insurance cards are not the latest, I remind him what matters is the policy number, as he must check it on his laptop. That is why I invented the internet. Anybody with a printer can print a fake one. I did not invent the printer.
He warns us he could slap the 400 fine my wife feared for not having the latest paper proof. What a way to make friends.
Got home and ordered new plates, 48 hours an email says my request is invalid. DMV software developers are sadomasochists. Masochists for working for the DMV. Sadists with the rest of us. Go figure what they did not like.
Went to AAA and filled a paper form at their DMV counter. The lady asks me if I wear vanity plates. One look at the way I am dressed and she could have obviated the question on vanity. She gives me new plates with a new number. Bummer, I bought the car from a Carl Nelson customer in 2008 and when I was starting to remember half the letters back to square one. I asked her if she could print the old plate for me. Nope, I should have invented a plate printer.
I put the new plates, in the front a license frame from Minnesota, where the first owner bought the car. I removed that frame to finally feel like a Californian. The rear plate frame reads "KPBS donor". I am a fraud, the first owner donated to KPBS, not me. But if she donated again to KPBS with the proceeds of selling me the car, I may be technically a donor. To be safe I remove that frame. The curse of going against public radio is worse than stealing lava rocks from Hawaii.
Love California, one day I should run for local office.
Young officer get his head and a 20.000 lumen flashlight through the window and orders me to put the car in Park. I tell him it has no Park, it is a manual. He orders me to shift to Neutral then. I shift to Rude instead as Neutral is Wrong and second gear where I have it is Right. My wife shifts to Nervous, but when you are right you have the confidence to be rude and win. He asks the usual "do you know why I pulled you over", I say NO. I think perhaps a 1998 318i that only a surf bum would drive around Santa Cruz means I must have weed or be drunk. He says my rear license plate is no longer reflective. Generally I am more reflective than introspective, so I reflect and offer him to swap front and rear plates. He declines. He asks me to get a new one from the DMV.
He warns me my insurance cards are not the latest, I remind him what matters is the policy number, as he must check it on his laptop. That is why I invented the internet. Anybody with a printer can print a fake one. I did not invent the printer.
He warns us he could slap the 400 fine my wife feared for not having the latest paper proof. What a way to make friends.
Got home and ordered new plates, 48 hours an email says my request is invalid. DMV software developers are sadomasochists. Masochists for working for the DMV. Sadists with the rest of us. Go figure what they did not like.
Went to AAA and filled a paper form at their DMV counter. The lady asks me if I wear vanity plates. One look at the way I am dressed and she could have obviated the question on vanity. She gives me new plates with a new number. Bummer, I bought the car from a Carl Nelson customer in 2008 and when I was starting to remember half the letters back to square one. I asked her if she could print the old plate for me. Nope, I should have invented a plate printer.
I put the new plates, in the front a license frame from Minnesota, where the first owner bought the car. I removed that frame to finally feel like a Californian. The rear plate frame reads "KPBS donor". I am a fraud, the first owner donated to KPBS, not me. But if she donated again to KPBS with the proceeds of selling me the car, I may be technically a donor. To be safe I remove that frame. The curse of going against public radio is worse than stealing lava rocks from Hawaii.
Love California, one day I should run for local office.
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