Brings back memories, I have been stopped a few time in dry counties on a booze hunt.
Most annoying was in Senatobia, when I pulled off the interstate to get gas at the truck stop, filled up and started back to the interstate. The city cop stopped me and told me to get out and open the trunk. There was nothing at all in the trunk, except the spare, but looked all though it and inside my car. A state cop pulled off the interstate and drove up. He went over and talked to the city cop and then came over to me and told me to go on my way.
I once had a bottle of “Old Charter Ten” taken by a campus cop at MSU. I came back to my car and found a note to go the cop shop, I went found out they had taken my bottle. I explained that I was going to give it to a professor, with whom I was going to have dinner that night. They told me, okay we will see that he get it, he never did.
In my day they were looking for long hair and dope....both of which I usually had from 71-81.
I got let off all the time as a kid....I had cops in Oxford drive me to my apartment and park my motorcycle after I tottered over on it with my gal on the back...her with helmet...on the square leaving the Abbey Irish Rose...summer school. The Gin was my choice during regular semester.
had a Nam vet returnee cop take my ganja once on lakeland drive Jackson MS in 1973 and tell me thank you very much....I was very grateful.
it was different times then....and us and them mentality and so silly really looking back...
I drive a big lifted F250 tricked out and in posh parts of lib Nashville I drive through they pull me over all the time thinking I'm drinking (I don't) or I don't live there and am up to something. Big white man in big truck...surely he's from out in the counties (will be in two weeks) and up to something.
but they let me go speeding a lot...80% of the time...it drives my Supercharged Z06 driving little brother mad....
Alabama trooper got me on I65 near Athens two weeks ago....first real tickets in 5-6 pullovers....tall lanky boy very polite...but I was driving my mom's (RIP) E320
oh well, it helps to be polite to them though I've tussled with them too but when you do then be prepared to reap a windfall...as they say....make sure yer mouth ain't written a check yer ass can't cash
btw....my Blonde wife drives a Soccer mommy 1999 Land Cruiser or occasionally her automatic 2001 997 Cabriolet...she never gets a ticket except from dykes...life ain't fair
oldest daughter in her Mini...same thing...if the looks don't do it then bring on the eye showers baby...women and their tricks...God love em.
something tells me this gang may have gotten the story they were looking for