When I was in High School my dad handed me down his car. A very sweet burgundy 280ZX.
Well at graduation I was so late I walked into line as they were walking out to be seated. On the way home from graduation I was stopped
three times for my car registration being expired.
Not one of them gave me a ticket. The only thing I can think of is that I had Alabama plates (Dad was living in Florence). I had an Oklahoma drivers liscence (what? I had only moved a year and a half before
.). And I lived in Texas. I don't think they wanted to bother with the paperwork.
All I could think was thank god they hadn't stopped me on my way to graduation!!!
