I took my car out tonight for the first time in a year(sans brake lights - oops). I was filling her up gas and the yuppie in an audi next to me says, "What year is that?" Then 3 gangsta looking guys come over and give me props. (Do the kids still say "props"?) I then go bar hopping downtown with friends and park in a totally illegal parking spot. Of course I'm nervous about the bird seeing daylight for the first time in a while, so I check it every 30 mins or so. Eventually, I see lights from a roller, so I hop outside. Cop is eyeballing the car. I go up to him (after 3 hoegartens) and try to smooth things over. He asks if it's my car. I say yeah, it's my pride & joy. He asks what I'm packing. 6.6 liter, I say. He doesn't ask for my licensee & registration, instead he asks me to pop the hood. I oblige. We stand in silence for a minute, then he turns to me and says, "You know what you did?" I say, "Yeah, parking, right?" He says, "This is my beat, and park wherever you want. Cool car." He drives away, giving me a sheepish grin. I'm a made man.
I drive home, going 70 in a school zone. Untouchable.
