Two police stories. My father used to borrow my 29 closed cab pick-up truck to give his friends a ride. One day when he parked in town on Main Street, sitting and watching people and talking to his friend in the truck, a car backed into the parking place in front of them. This car miss-judged distance and banged into the truck front bumper, or maybe should say " bounced off the Model A bumper,"(no damage except scraped silver paint). However,it made quite a noise,so within minutes a policeman arrived. The officer did not go over to the car with the dented back end parked in front of my truck and was half in/half out of the parking spot. Instead he asked my father, "How's the brakes"? After a long pause my father told him, "The brakes are fine. Go check the other drivers eyesight".
The other story. Late one night I was putting along at 40 mph on a long straight section of road and the blue lights came on. Well I wasn't doing anything wrong, the lights all worked fine, I am 15 mph under, the only problem was the 8 cans of beer in the seat and I was 17 . I let off on the gas a little and started cramming them down the small space between the top of the seat and the storage pockets on the side panel behind the doors. One side was filled, so then I had to reach over and fill the passenger side - thank Ford for the small window in the back. That job finished, I pulled over and stopped. He came up with the flash light and said "it took you over a half of a mile to stop. "Hows the brakes"? This is really a lame, but I answered that I don't like to wear them out unnecessarily so when possible I coast a lot, and seeing how I wasn't doing anything wrong, and the road was long and wide, I coasted to a stop. He stared at me for a bit, and l stared back, didn't scowl, and didn't blink. The officer shined the light in the little empty cab and told me he thought the tail light was dim but now he could see that it was original so everything was alright. "Well, it is late. Get home safe."
