[Porsche-O-Phile]

A friend of mine years ago was driving down to New Orleans one spring break to go to Mardis Gras. This was from Massachusetts, so their route took them down I-95 to the I-10 and then westward. As fate would have it my friend had the driving shift through Georgia at about 3AM. You can probably guess where this is going...

So here's the situation: Georgia State Trooper on patrol pulls up behind 'em. They didn't stand a chance - 5 or 6 young college-age kids packed into their ride (think it was an Escort of some sort, but I forget) with YANKEE (MA) plates on the car at 3AM, doing 80 (like everyone else) in a 65. So naturally he gets pulled over.

Big, burly, badass, attitude-filled douchenozzle trooper comes up to the window and does the classic thing where he puts his jackboot up on the front tire of the car with his other hand on his sidearm, gives the occupants a condescending look and says "y'all know how fast you was goin' back there boy?" My friend (always the smartass) thinks about this for a second and then says, "about as fast as Sherman?" (yes, he really did).

Did a night in jail for that. Next day the rest of the group went down, bailed him out and they continued on to Mardis Gras. I don't think he ever went to his court appearance. It was probably worth it.

GA is one of those places I avoid if possible.