Had the brick out for the first time tonight, woman riding shotgun. Leaving Wendy's, I got up to 41 pretty quick in a 35. I check the rearview just in time to see the red and blues. Fuck.
The officer comes to the door, tells me my tails are out, takes my license and registration. I look over at her and she says, wide-eyed, "That's my dad". This is the first time I've had any communication with him.
He comes back, hands me my shit, verbal warning, we're on our way. I don't know if he saw her or not or if her recognized my name; if so, he didn't say shit. I couldn't help but laugh.
Cliffs: pulled over the first night out with my new car by my girlfriend's dad with her in the car.