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Probably from a cop after I was ridiculously stupid.
I was 16, 17ish, and got to drag racing a buddy in a residential part of town. Crested a hill and saw a stop sign. I slammed on the brakes, which immediately locked up. I clearly recall thinking, "I'm either going to slide through this intersection out of control, or drive through it in control." So I let off the brake and put the foot back on the accelerator, figuring the faster I went through, the better.
Just as I rounded a corner, a friend in the car says, "Good thing there wasn't a cop around." And then the lights.
The cop that pulled me over was this Jamaican guy named JJ. He was also the resource officer at my high school. He chewed me up one side and down the other (in his thick Jamaican accent), rattling off the ticketing offenses: Stop sign violation, driving in the wrong lane, no turn signal, 72 in a 30, careless and imprudent...
He gave me a warning. And to this day, I think he didn't ticket me because he would have been required to arrest me.
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