Got pulled over Friday night for the first time in years. Nine years if memory serves, which is a pretty good stretch considering that in the years preceding that I estimate being pulled over between 30 and 50 times. (Don’t ever let people tell you you can’t change 🙂)
Last week’s warning (phew) could have been avoided if I had
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put my front license plate on (don’t like it because it makes the collision sensors wonky)
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consented to have the vehicle pass an inspection (disagreed with the service department about some very mild uneven tread wear and the necessity v. wastefulness of replacing tires which have plenty of good tread left on them)
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bothered to get the car reregistered … last October (oops)
I’m not a rebel, I’m just stubborn.
Which reminds me…
I’m currently reading: A Living Spirit of Revolt: The Infrapolitics of Anarchism by Žiga Vodovnik 📚