Well, I got pulled over today for no front plate and "the sound" as I went by.
First question out of his mouth "what have you done to this car for racing"? I started to squirm and try to explain that it wasn't a "race car". He proceeds to point out the guages, the rollbar, the pedals. Then he say's "What, do you think I'm stupid"? (now I don't like where this is going).
He say's "get out and open the hood" So, I do. He looks under the hood and Say's "are you going to stand there and try to tell me this IS NOT a race car"? Now I hear myself saying "well, I have raced it but it's not a race car".
He starts questioning every thing under the hood, looking for C.A.R.B. numbers, fortunately I do have some that I can point out to him. It gets almost funny when he points to my catch can and say's "what about this, got numbers for this"? I explain what it does and then dive into my whole shpeel about how bad street racing is and how I only race at the track (in my car that is not a race car) and then he goes into this thing about ricers and NAWZ and how it's legal in imports but not domestics
What a trip.
Bottom line, I get a fix-it ticket for the plate and I'm on my way feeling like I just robbed a bank and talked my way out of it.
I'm putting that damned front plate back on tonight. I don't need to have that conversation again.
Just sharing.
First question out of his mouth "what have you done to this car for racing"? I started to squirm and try to explain that it wasn't a "race car". He proceeds to point out the guages, the rollbar, the pedals. Then he say's "What, do you think I'm stupid"? (now I don't like where this is going).
He say's "get out and open the hood" So, I do. He looks under the hood and Say's "are you going to stand there and try to tell me this IS NOT a race car"? Now I hear myself saying "well, I have raced it but it's not a race car".
He starts questioning every thing under the hood, looking for C.A.R.B. numbers, fortunately I do have some that I can point out to him. It gets almost funny when he points to my catch can and say's "what about this, got numbers for this"? I explain what it does and then dive into my whole shpeel about how bad street racing is and how I only race at the track (in my car that is not a race car) and then he goes into this thing about ricers and NAWZ and how it's legal in imports but not domestics
What a trip.
Bottom line, I get a fix-it ticket for the plate and I'm on my way feeling like I just robbed a bank and talked my way out of it.
I'm putting that damned front plate back on tonight. I don't need to have that conversation again.
Just sharing.