Well I have been pulled over exactly 9 times in my driving life starting from the mid 1980's. The first time was passed 2'oclock in the morning with my GF at the time and my sister in labour, we were trying to get her to the hospital swiftly but safely in my MK2 red Cortina 2 litre wicked, as it was known! Back then, being a big black man wearing a big gold ID bracelet, this was considered to be probable cause you know! better check this guy out!
The 2nd to 8th time happened all in the one evening in Seven Sisters London and still curiously enough in the same red cortina :amazed:
After the 7th stop by our boys in blue in a matter of an hour and a half, I lost it bigtime!!! Then this copper steps out of his car as cool as you like and says to me, "Take the 1st left then 3rd right ( something along those lines anyway) and just keep going mate" I looked at him all puzzled and thought I was being run out of Dodge City by the Marshal or something.
He then tells me the lads are bored and are playing snooker tonight, mine was the only red car about that evening with a driver behind the wheel. So you take the particulars of a red car then another coloured car and so on! (rules of the game, parked red or coloured cars not allowed in the game) So muggins here and no doubt anyone in a black or coloured car were helping to keep our boys entertained for the evening :bigsmile:
The final time and I should stress, SO FAR! I had just bought a Rover 827i Sterling with all the toys! There I was doing ahem miles per hour, when out of nowhere comes these flashing lights. Pulls me over knocks on my window to roll it down, then with a dead pan expression on his face says to me "Good evening Captain, did you serve drinks and a movie on that flight!"
I nearly wet myself laughing
He was so funny with quip after quip of one liners! He was great, sent me home with a telling off only! I wish they were all like that!