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This conversation reminds me of the one time I was pulled over when I had a gun with me. (That is, I was only pulled over once, not that I only had a gun with me one time when I was driving. In case anyone was confused.)
Unlike Wyo, I've generally only had positive encounters with police in an official way. (Unofficially, some Cobb County police officers are suspicious of anyone who tries to be polite to them. But you didn't hear that from me.) And I've never had experience with cops in a guns-are-bad state.
Anyway, my experience was with a Fulton County P.O. who pulled me over for speeding. (I was only going a _little_ over the limit, I promise! Less than double.) When he got to the question about whether or not I had any guns with me, I (legally) had to answer yes. I'm still not sure how his eyeballs landed back in their sockets after bouncing off the inside of my car.... But anyway, in his shock and surprise, he gave me the choice of giving him the gun for the duration of the stop or keeping my hands on top of the steering wheel.
Now it was _my_ turn for strange biological gymnastics. I opted for the jaw-bouncing-off-the-floor variety. And for keeping my hands on the wheel.
And so I got my ticket and went on my way.
Unlike Wyo, I've generally only had positive encounters with police in an official way. (Unofficially, some Cobb County police officers are suspicious of anyone who tries to be polite to them. But you didn't hear that from me.) And I've never had experience with cops in a guns-are-bad state.
Anyway, my experience was with a Fulton County P.O. who pulled me over for speeding. (I was only going a _little_ over the limit, I promise! Less than double.) When he got to the question about whether or not I had any guns with me, I (legally) had to answer yes. I'm still not sure how his eyeballs landed back in their sockets after bouncing off the inside of my car.... But anyway, in his shock and surprise, he gave me the choice of giving him the gun for the duration of the stop or keeping my hands on top of the steering wheel.
Now it was _my_ turn for strange biological gymnastics. I opted for the jaw-bouncing-off-the-floor variety. And for keeping my hands on the wheel.
And so I got my ticket and went on my way.