My wife wanted to drive to town to get some ice cream tonight. We took the long way home through a little town and just as I entered the city limits a hidden patrol car flips on its lights and proceeds to pull me over. My wife had just told me to watch out right before this happened. I locate my license and registration. The officer stays back behind my door and asks, "How are you doing this evening, sir?" I hand him my documents and say, "Okay." As soon as he glances at my license, he learns my identity and laughs. He steps on up to the window and we see that it is my wife's cousin. We hadn't seen him for awhile and were unaware that he was a police officer. He did not know what we drove. Anyway, we shot the sh** for a little bit and he even remembered that the last time he saw me was in a chance meeting in a gunshop. Whew! That 50MPH in a 30MPH zone wouldn't have been pleasant on my vehicle insurance rates.