Fish_Whisperer
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I was home from Japan, visiting my folks, and I'd arranged my car rental when I made my travel arrangements. I got behind the wheel of a white convertible Mustang with a black top and maroon interior. The odometer had 9 miles on it. I had to drive it from LAX to about 50 miles east of Bakersfield -- about 200 miles, all told. That car just wanted to RUN!! It was great...
On my way back to the airport, I was going a little fast.. Well... Quite a lot fast, through a construction zone. Motorcycle cop pulls me over, and being used to driving on the British side of the road, from driving in Japan, I pulled over onto the median. (Man, was he pissed about that!) He asked for my license so I gave him my Japanese license and my international license, which looks like a gray passport sort of thing, written in about 15 languages.
He looked incredulously at me and said, "What's this?!" I explained it to him, and he asked where I was headed. I told him I was headed back to the airport to turn the car in, and then I was flying back to Japan. He said, "Well, I guess it won't do me any good to write you a ticket now, will it?!"
Well, I wasn't about to answer that, so I just... sort of looked up at him. He flipped my licenses back in my lap and said, "Slow it down, Ace! And when an officer pulls you over, pull onto the shoulder, NOT the median!!"
I said, "Yessir," and drove the rest of the way to the airport at a much more prudent speed.
On my way back to the airport, I was going a little fast.. Well... Quite a lot fast, through a construction zone. Motorcycle cop pulls me over, and being used to driving on the British side of the road, from driving in Japan, I pulled over onto the median. (Man, was he pissed about that!) He asked for my license so I gave him my Japanese license and my international license, which looks like a gray passport sort of thing, written in about 15 languages.
He looked incredulously at me and said, "What's this?!" I explained it to him, and he asked where I was headed. I told him I was headed back to the airport to turn the car in, and then I was flying back to Japan. He said, "Well, I guess it won't do me any good to write you a ticket now, will it?!"
Well, I wasn't about to answer that, so I just... sort of looked up at him. He flipped my licenses back in my lap and said, "Slow it down, Ace! And when an officer pulls you over, pull onto the shoulder, NOT the median!!"
I said, "Yessir," and drove the rest of the way to the airport at a much more prudent speed.