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I had a lying sack of shit Texas state trooper pull me over and claim I was going 85 in a 75, when I couldn't have been because I was behind a car that was doing 71. When I challenged him and said that he couldn't possibly have clocked me, he said, "You were in a group doing 85. I clocked the whole group." The only reason that piece of garbage pulled me over was that he needed to meet his quota and saw a red sports car.
Prior to getting this car, I was driving a Jeep Cherokee that was almost invisible to cops. Since getting the BRZ, I get a lot more negative attention. I've had roided up ex-military type cops pull out behind me and tailgate me aggressively, trying to provoke a response. I've had them hit me with instant-on radar and laser much more often than that ever happened in the Jeep. A few weeks ago I was driving down a rural road 5 miles under the speed limit (because the road was fucking terrible), and fucking Roscoe P. Coltrane coming the other direction nearly ran himself off the road fumbling to get his handheld radar gun out and shoot me with it through his windshield. Out on the highway I had a douchebag hit me with laser, look at the reading and then hit me again with it because he couldn't believe that I was going exactly the speed limit.
Cops boo hoo about how people hate them. Gee. Wonder why. You treat the public like shit, people are not going to enjoy your company.
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