My uncle was an Indiana Highway Patrolman back in the 1960s. He and my aunt (and their two kids, my cousins) came to visit us on Long Island (New York) back when he was a cop. I don't know if he didn't know he wasn't allowed to take his revolver along, or if he just didn't care, but he stuffed it in the glove compartment of the car when they drove up. On the way through NYC, he accidentally got off the highway exit, and they found themselves in the heart of the ghetto, just like Clark and his family. They eventually found their way back to the highway, but were quite glad they had the Magnum in the glove compartment while lost in the ghetto.
