|
Two incidents come to mind, both back during the "lost years."
About 1am I'd finished a gig and was headed to a girl's apartment. I was wearing gig clothes (purple silk shirt, jeans, and a military vest) and had my guitar in the back seat of my '63 baja bug that was in-progress (ie raw fiberglass hood and fenders). I'm just about to the apartment when I see the lights behind me. I pull over and roll down the window. The officer asks me to get out of the car. He take my license and registration and then begins with the questions while shining his flashlight into my car (and noting a few long-dry beer bottles).
him: so what are you doing here:
me: I'm coming from a gig and going to visit my girlfriend
him: where was your gig?
me: in La Mesa.
him: when did you finish?
me: about a half hour ago.
him: well, a vehicle fitting your description was reportedly involved in a robbery around here.
me: it wasn't me, I just got here.
him. I see, ok, have a nice night
he walks back to his car, and turns,
him: so do you drink?
me: sometimes, not much though
him: do you drink beer?
me: sometimes
him: do you drink wine?
me: not really
him: do you drink hard liquor?
me: very rarely
a pause while he stands next to his car
him: do you drink champagne?
me: no sir
him: ok, have a good night
And that was that. Let me know if you can figure out wtf was going on.
2nd incident. I was driving my dad's tricked out '78 Dodge van conversion, leaving a friend's apartment in Santee heading back to my parents house. Luckily I hadn't been partying or really doing much of anything other than hanging out (a rare occasion back then). I come to a complete stop at a stoplight, then signal and turn right. As soon as I make the turn I see the lights behind me. I ease over to the right and stop. I see a sheriff unit right behind me, then three more drop in behind him, and a fourth goes around me and parks right in front of me. I turn off the van and put my arms out the window. Cop comes up and tells me to get out of the car. I walk back to the front of his car and he asks for license and registration. Asks me where I'm coming from and I tell him. He says that a van fitting the description of mine was seen following someone up in the mountains all the way down to Santee. I tell him I wasn't up in the mountains (which was true). Meanwhile all 5 units are still there an everyone is staring at me. I see a smile on the face of the sheriff in the car behind me as he's calling in my info. Then I hear the radio come back, "no wants ore warrants..." Smile goes away from his face. He gets out of the car, gives me back my license and says, "stay out of trouble."
Ahh, to be young and have long hair...
|