I was sitting outside in my impala waiting for my dad to finish up a doctors appointment. I notice a cop car pull up beside my car, but I just go on with running an obd II scan to see if there are any new codes being registered (more out of sheer boredom). One cop comes up to my car and knocks on the window and asks me what I do for a living. Seeing how I was hot and sorta spaced out, I answered him with a 'nothing', to which he gave a wtf face to. I then said I was a student. Another cop came around the drivers side and asked me where I got my car from and I said I bought it from a third party dealer who probably got it from an auction. Then they asked me how my license looked and I told them I had one left turn violation two years ago. They take my license and reg and insurance and ask me why I was there to which I explained my dad was at a doctors appointment. They then took my key and asked if I could pop the trunk because they suspected I had police equipment in there. I opened it and they found a fullsized tire. What a fricking hassle. One of the cops come back and tells me that I should cut off the antenna I have in the back because "It makes cops think its a police car". I said okay, but if I get hassled about it again, I'm tempted to tell them that assuming makes an *** out of u and me, especially since NYPD cars have three antennas on the back and are always sagging to the ground because of the springs, not to mention that my Impala is from the previous generation.
2004 Chevy Impala "9C1"
3.8 Liters of 'Merican Pushrod Power
56,426 miles as of 7/1/2012