I had some interesting pull overs in my youth. And I'm white, although I had longer (and more) hair back then. One time I got out of my van to see 4 units tucked in behind me. I just put up my hands and said "is there a problem officer?". He gave me some bs story about a van like mine following somebody for miles. I could hear them run my plates...when it came back clean the smile drained from his face, he gave me my license back, and that was that. Another time I got pulled over late at night (I was coming home from a gig, at which I had half a beer about 5 hours before). I was driving my POS baja bug dressed in gig clothes (fatigue pants, paisley shirt, leather hat...hey, it was the early 80's). He asked me a bunch of weird questions, saying there had been robberies in the neighborhood with a car like mine involved (yeah right...a 40hp baja bug as a getaway car
). Anyway as he starts walking back to the car he does a Colomobo, "oh by the way...do you drink?" In my car there were a few empty beer and wine bottles in the back seat, all very long dry. I said sometimes. He asked if I drank beer. I said yes. He asked if I drank hard alcohol. I said on occasion. He asked if I drank champagne. I said no. He said, "ok, thanks...have a nice night."
frickin' twilight zone. And yes, I was 21 at the time.