So I'm on the way home. I see a cop turning on to my street ahead of me to the right. And I know I'm getting pulled over. If I'm ever within 15 feet of a cop car while in my vehicle, I'm getting stopped.
Sure enough, he pulls me over for no front license plate. Luckily, he's willing to accept that my front bumper is solid fiberglass and running mounting screws into it would destroy it. Previously cops have said "Not my problem, get a new bumper or I'll write you a ticket the next time I see you."
He even blatantly admits that it's "a bullshit reason to pull you over just to see what you're doing."
So he lets me off with (several) warnings, about my bumper, no proof of insurance in the car with me, no seatbelt and oh, no "obstructing your vision with stuff dangling from your rearview mirror." Never mind that the several old necklaces are about a pencil width thick and hanging behind the mirror.
But hey, 4 warnings in one traffic stop? I was considering myself lucky. Compared to most of my interactions with cops, this one was pretty nice.
So afterwards I stop to get gas. And I stand at the pump for about 3 minutes looking stupid before someone comes up and says "Sorry, we make people without license plates pre-pay before they fuel up."
My face, and the several beads of sweat running down it, must have said it all because she came to a dead stop when I quietly replied "I have plates." They cut me a break but it still required me going into the store, twice, once for her to tell me I couldn't pre-pay because the pump was engaged, and once to pay.
While I do love my piece of shit car, the thing is just a fucking trouble magnet. I'm shocked and amazed I've never had my windows broken. Because every other law abiding citizen seems to enjoy fucking with me over that car. I've had....quite a few dealings with local police officers over the course of my life, but I think I've been pulled over more in my Honda than in all other cars I've ever ridden in, combined.