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1992, Augusta GA, had been out cruising on the highway and got lit up so I pulled it over. The officer was a chick, a hot chick, and she said she didn't need my paperwork just that I had an expired tag. She said I know where you live because I live there too, 6 houses down from you, go get it fixed up today, i'll be checking on the way home. I laughed and said I would. So, I drive over to the DMV and look for a space to park the '65 Impala in and find none. So I left it against the curb under a tree in the shade. I got my tag and got back out the car, started it up and revved it a few times because I was pissed that I had to wait half the day to speak to a DMV turd. I let off the pedal and look in the rearview to find two troopers standing directly behind the car with their arms crossed. I thinking oh ****, that's it I should have found a space. The '65 sported a 454 BB with 544HP, headers to H pipe to Borla's and it was loud. Dark, almost black, green, lowered stance, narrowed 12 bolt, 15 inch shoes outback with yellow raised lettering. Cop magnet. Anyway, i'm crapping bricks as the engine dies and these two are walking up both sides. The guy on my side backs away a bit and says " Get out of the Vehicle sir." Damn WTF? Never had to do that before. He directs me to the front of the car and says lean on the hood. I do, he says you have anything in there we need to worry about outrunning us? I cocked my head sideways and looked back at him saying, Excuse me? They were both trying not to laugh and told me they just wanted to look at the car. Man! I said, you fellas had me sweating there. We all laughed and I showed them the car. So, twice in one day with nary a ticket.