That is a fact. I recall when I was moving out of San Francisco and had a lot of items that I had to remove myself (if you catch my drift). I pulled up on Mission Street across from the MacDonalds near 16th. Hopped out of my car and ran across Mission Street to grab a bite to eat. This SF cop calls me over and starts giving me a lecture on Jay-walking. Right behind the cop, about half a block away, I could see all the wide open drug dealing going on at the 16th & Mission BART station. It was absolutely surreal. I was tempted to say something but kept my lips zipped except for "yes sir" and "no sir," keenly aware that if he looked in the trunk of my car I 'd probably spend the night in jail at a minimum.
It wasn’t until I got to the end of your reply that I figured out what you meant about items you had to “remove” yourself and the trunk of your car. Got’cha...