I once took a corner fast enough to arouse the suspicion of johnny law- didn't even screech the tires tho'- he too called for back-up (hell, they do it if they pull over an old lady coming home from church on sunday who's underexceeding the minimum limit, the puzzies.
). They then proceeded to do an automotive anal cavity search in the hopes of finding contraband. Alas, I left them disappointed on all counts- no contraband, no alcohol ingestion, no mechanical deficiencies, no nothing, no ticketable offense, no money for all that effort.
