My tail lights blew out in front of the cop.
He pulls me over, and asks if I knew why he did so.
I said, "Not a clue."
He tells me my tail lights are out.
I'd just checked them before driving, so I didn't believe him.
So I asked if he minded me checking them.
Surprised, he said "okay."
I get out and look.
Sure enough, not just one light, but all of them are out.
So I pop the hatchbakc, which slams down on my head as usual while I am inside, and start wiggling connections.
By now, the poor cop is chuckling outrigt as to his point of view, my car is devouring me.
I got three lights working agin, things in the trunk had knocked on the back of the light assembly and took out the lights, and the poor cop then tells me that he'd seen them blow out.
"I figured you didn't know about it." was his statement.
I got pulled over in my corvette once (don't have it anymore) in Eastern Washington. I wasn't speeding or anything. I asked the cop why he pulled me over. He told me to open the hood. What? So I did. He looked a bit puzzled, and then said that he thought an L-88 was a 427. I told him yes, it was, but this is an L-82, not an L-88, and it's a 350.
Then he told me that I didn't signal when I pulled over, and wrote me a ticket for that. I asked him why he pulled me over in the first place, and he said that he wanted to see the 427.
And people wonder why I don't have much respect for cops?
Sounds like my 1971 Gremlin! Did I sell you that thing?