Cops love Mopars.

(these are back when I had the 340 in my Duster)

I put the car sideways for about a block or so, and realize the car coming the other way, about a block away, is a ghost car. He turns on his lights, I turn down a side street and he pulls in behind me.
"Car goes sideways when you do that, hey???"
"umm yeah a little bit, sorry about-"
"Well, you got a nice car, keep it on the road" as he walks back to his car.

A couple days later I'm giving a friend a ride, and he tells me to punch it. I oblige. I turn at a light, step on it, hit about 75 mph at the intersection a block away. Just as a cop pulls up to the stop sign on the right side. This is in a 30mph zone:oops:.
He pulls me over (go figure) and I pull into a parking lot. He pulls up to the passenger side of the car and yells out "Slow down!" and starts talking to my passenger about something or other.