[sinclair]

When I was about 13 my Uncle was the Chief of Police in my hometown. He was giving me a ride to a CYO center youth dance in his police car when he got a call on his radio telling of an accident. Since he was closest to the scene he answered and we arrived there in about 2 minutes. There was a brown van partially turned on its side in a ditch. My Uncle managed to pry the rear door open and out came spilling 6 hippies. Two guys and four girls. Not a one of them had a stitch of clothes on. Needless to say it is one of my favorite experiences of riding in his police cars.

[Erasmus]

The driver thought 'cruise control' meant 'autopilot.'