Cops love Mopars.

I had a 69 coronet rt clone (sort of attempt) with a 400 in it. 3.91 posi. 1992 in a midwest town about 100k pop. Around noon, I went thru an intersection essentially drifting, power slide, making a left turn. I held it down and straightened it up and looked behind me a cop was on my tail. I just pulled over immediately. He was like hay why are you driving all crazy?
I was like what is the big issue (in a polite fashion). He said that was reckless driving and such. I told him my posi was not acting correctly and I had to test it out. He wrote me an 85 dollar ticket. I figured I got off pretty easy.

Same town, some months later. 11 pm the cruise strip was empty, town was quiet, no body around. My bud and I took the coronet out, stopped in the middle of the highway, launched and wound it up to 90 or 100 thru the gears (probably a 45 zone). Got to the end of the straight stretch a few blocks later and a trooper was on my butt. He asked me why I did all that noisy speeding nonsence. I told him my fourbarrell was flooding and I was "blowing the cobs out of it". He said "drive slower in town and what you need to do next time is go out of town on the straight stretch by the old silo to blow the cobs out of it, have a nice evening". I thanked him and went home.

After that I just stopped driving so wild in town and saved the cob blowing for outside town late nights or early mornings when and where it is deserted.