Something like that happened to me once in college. I was driving my old white 79 Chevy Malibu with a bunch of friends in the car. I was Ybor City in Tampa and was just about to get on the highway and head back to campus, when a cop pulled me over into an empty parking lot. It was like a movie, within seconds my vehicle was completely surrounded by about 6-7 squad cars, all of them with weapons drawn, screaming to "lemmi see some hands". Us kids all about shat our pants as we pasted our hands to the ceiling of the car. With a pistol in my face a cop came up to the window and I slowly gave him my ID. He handed it off to another cop as we sat there, terrified. A few minutes later, the cop came back and handed me my ID. He said, "sorry, you're the wrong guy". And just as fast as they surrounded us, they were gone. I'll never forget that. And in my short 31 years of existence, I have never been pulled over more, then when I had my ol' Chevy Malibu. I guess "white boxy car" fits the description for 90% of crimes committed just about everywhere.
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Originally Posted by Techy-D