Driving a Chevy Astro van, with Missouri tags.
Pulling a trailer with Oklahoma tags.
Mom, dad, and then fiancee along for the ride.
Clueless about a loaded shot gun under the back seat.
Red flashing lights in the rear view mirror.
First speeding ticket.
I’ll never forget the embarrassment of being pulled over in front of my fiancee, or the fact that I had to walk to the cruiser and I was barefoot and the ground was cold, or the fact that I oh, so snarkily told him to have a Happy Thanksgiving after he handed me my ticket, or the relief in my dad’s voice as he told me about the gun.
If you have, how old were you when you got your first one?