Nice. I still get moderately anxious when I get pulled over. In retrospect, there were so many things I could have said that may have potentially alleviated the situation, but lesson learned. I mean, the main cop seemed to actually like me as a person. We were shooting the shit and chatting about cars for a couple minutes and he kept expressing interest in my car and knew a lot of the facts and figures around it. Even after I thought we made a decent connection, he said he couldn't let me off with just a warning.