Cops. Sometimes you hate them, sometimes you love them.
I had the funniest day ever today, even though I got a ticket. I was going down the highway doing 140kph where you're only allowed to go 100kph - kinda in a hurry to get to an appointment on time. So, in my still-not-quite-awake stupor I blast past this cop car, who promptly invites me to pull over.
So, this cop gets out, looks at the 'bird, walks around it a few times and comes up to my window. So, knowing I'm full well in for a ticket, I already have my papers ready. Cop looks at me, looks at the 'bird, and goes "um, isn't this sort of car really expensive for someone your age?" - I'm sitting there going "ehh... umm.. ". We ended up small-talking about american cars, and 'birds and cats in specific, apparently the cop loved them too, but never did get one because he figured it'd be mad expensive.
Up comes a 2nd cop car (when people here get pulled over, usually you're taken to the nearest exit or gas station so you're off the highway when you're getting your ticket), with this insanely riced out BMW behind it. I mean, riced to death. Lowered, striped, stickered, fitted with a fart cannon that I could probably fit a tennisball in with ease. Both cops end up doing the "hi how' ya doin" thing, and Mr. Rice decides now would be the perfect time to tell the cops that him doing 160kph was just fine, and that he'd **** them up of they tried to ticket him or take his license away. (>50kph over the speed limit, and you get to hand over your license until a judge decides whether you get to keep it).
In the heat of his argument, Mr. Rice makes a comment. And I paraphrase:
"Why do you always pick on performance cars, why do you always gotta pick on people that drive nice big cars and know how to drive, and why don't you go back to that guy in his lameass slow big yank car and ticket him huh?".
(This made me laugh because my 'bird, altho stock, and only a V6, does keep up nicely with old beat up BMW's that are riced out).
This first triggers a stunned silence, and then the cop I was talking to before this all went down told his colleague to just get on with it and start doing some business. So, other cop goes to write up the ticket for Mr. Rice, and "my" cop comes back and tells me that today is my lucky day. Because I told him some about the t-bird, and because he hates the ricers, he's gonna let me go with a ticket for not having proper lighting (i'm missing a drivers side corner light), which saves me about $250.
Woot. Score 1.
I figure, I'm at a gas station anyway, so I thank the cop and go inside to get some cigs and some cola. 5 minutes later, Mr. Rice is still there, argueing, and I witnessed the most exquisite verbal smackdown ever delivered. Mr. Rice did manage to talk them out of taking his license, but he was getting a ticket. So he says, "you cops gotta fill up your quota huh? that's why you're giving me the ticket huh?". So the cop smiles real friendly like and goes "no, I'm writing this one for fun".
My day, at that point, was the best day ever. Score 2!
This insanely long post brought to you by the everlasting chuckle at the look on the poor ricers' face.