It was seriously a young black dude. He even knew what I did by the name of the company displayed on the name of my truck. He either has family in the industry or he has done it himself. Nobody knows what I do by name.
I swear to God it's true but I started my day off in a parking in an empty parking lot where the ******* PTC motorcycle cops had pulled someone over. Just straight ********. Big big big *** white dude on a bike.
When I got "pulled over" I was actually driving passed them while they were sitting on the side of the road. They never moved, just flashed the lights and pointed at me. I immediately recognized the ******* officer. I literally had to bust out a U-turn and park in the island 10-15 feet across from them. Young dude approached my vehicle, said what I did for a living, walked back across the street, ran my license, and asked big ******* if it was cool if he gave me a warning. Big ******* officer said it's up to you, your discretion. Cool officer came across the two lanes and said hey man here is a warning. Saved me 500 bucks.