Had a CHP pull me over one afternoon...had me dead to rights, speed, oil and dust totally obscured the license plate on the truck, no seat belt, cracked windshield, yada yada. In rooting for my drivers license, I set my NRA card on the hood, he picked it up, well, that's good enough, get all this stuff fixed and slow down, have a good day. It was.


Well this is a fine pickle we're in, should'a listened to Joe McCarthy and George Orwell I guess.