There was a biker rally 11 miles from my house tonite. I didn't get done working till 6, and one of my buddies kids turned 1 today, so I went to his place for his kids party for a while, I had a few beers with him, and then decided it was time to go to the bike rally. I was 4 miles from my house and I meet a cop, the cop whips around, follows me for 2 miles, then flips on his cherries. I pulled over, and he walks up to my door and asks if I know why he pulled me over. I'm like No officer, I don't know why. He then informed me that my front license plate was missing and it is a state law to have one. So I played dumb and got out and looked (It got ripped off in a corn stalk field last fall). Then when I am diggin for my license/registration/proof insurance, he asks me if I'm military. I'm like no officer, why? He's like I don't see many guys with guns like that, and points to my AR15 on the seat. And you have a buzz cut, and are built. So we get back to his car, after I failed to find my current registration card/insurance. And he runs me thru the system, it comes back that I was insured/licensed. He hands me my expired registration, and license and says "if I see you again tonite I'll pull you over and give you a sobriety check, now go have fun and don't be driving."

I get back in my truck and drive to town. I had 4 beers in about a 5 hour period at my buddies kids bday party. I luckily got pulled over by the nicest cop I've ever met, and I believe he got a kick out of me. I am the worlds best BS'er.

Then at the street dance/bike rally, he comes in and walks up to me, and says "I'm glad to see you aren't drinking, so we Bs'ed some more, and I'm like I'm going home now officer." He says drive safe, and have a good day of fishing tomorrow."