Last night I was having a good time, celebrating my middle daughter's 21st birthday at a restaurant in Santa Monica. Afterwards, we're all cruising down Wilshire Boulevard at a comfortable 28 miles an hour - when I look within the cluster of vehicles I'm with and notice a police cruiser. Didn't think anything of it because I wasn't breaking any laws. 10 minutes later and I get flashed. WTF... So I immediately pull over. My youngest daughter is freaking out and my wife is sort of panicking because she doesn't know what was going on. Born and raised in Los Angeles, you grow accustomed to the profiling by law enforcement. But when you're much older, mature, you leave the city for a quieter life. That's us right now. So going into L.A. is a rarity for the wife and I, while the kids love it.
Okay so the young female officer shines her bright lights into my Yukon, demands we roll down the window, and proceeds to shine everyone in the face with her Mag light. Immediately, she tells us that she pulled me over because of my window tint. Mind you, my tint is the same darkness as the stock rear windows. Dark enough to keep the sun out of my face during the day, but light enough at night for you to make out a person and clothing details inside while driving under street lights. Needless to say, it's been 20 years since I've had any kind of law enforcement ticket, and this "routine traffic stop" is just another reminder why I hate driving to Los Angeles.