Bill, you gotta' move to L.A.
Just this morning, I had a potentially bad situation with L.A.'s finest while speeding down an S-curve in Hollywood. The light turned yellow, and I thought, at 60+
no problem and kept accelerating. Out of the blue comes a black-and-white, and I locked up, stopping in the middle of the intersection.
The police promptly applauded and "hooted" loving that a Porsche driver made an ass out of himself. Well, I did, and entertained them to boot.
I didn't get a ticket though, or a trip to the brink. The worse was a bit of a flat spot I've "worked out" of the front tires anyway...
