The first time I got away with it...
The first time I got pulled over by the cops, I was just17 and it was wintertime. I had for some inexplicable reason decided to drive right through the next town centre on my way home from my now usual Friday night out. Driving a tad too fast or as quick as the old Cortina could do, I was forced to take a bend on the wrong side of the road. As it was freezing and both the windscreen and my eyes were a little misty, I marvelled at my new found driving skill. It was then that I suddenly realised that the building on the corner was in fact the local police station (oh shit) and surprise surprise, a panda car trundled out in hot pursuit. Strangely a rather surreal chase followed at regular speeds and over pronounced safe driving as per the Highway Code. As I pulled out of town onto the main road, the police Allegro overtook and waved me in. My heart sank, having been out since the last lesson at college that night and had ended up in a nightclub while 2am, with little or nothing to eat, I guessed I was more than over the limit (as regards booze anyway). To my amazement the cops seemed more interested in whether or not my car was stolen, as I tried to hold my breath in the driver’s seat. PC Sherlock deduced a cunning plan and asked what was in the boot? Alert to such trickery I answered, a spare wheel, a jack and some old tools. Thinking they’d got me, I was requested to get out and open the boot. Now as the era was early 80’s and I was dressed as some “new wave punk” I didn’t realise that when I got out of the car I’d trapped my trench coat in the door. With one pace towards the rear of the car on the icy road and I was on my arse! (oops ociffer etc..) Regaining my now diminished composure, I resolved to open the boot as instructed. Much to the disappointment of the coppers, all was present and nothing amiss. Then to my complete amazement they bidded me farewell and wished me a safe journey home, which was nice…
(minky, Wed 20 Sep 2006, 12:10, Reply)