A zillion years ago (about 82-83) I had a 71 mustang Mach 1. 351 W with a couple tweaks, hot car. I stripped all the trim off myself, and had it re- painted red (Ranger Red I think). I was young and dumb (is that redundant?) and I picked it up and drove it home: no front lights or rear/brake lights, etc, only pretty sheet metal, only a couple miles.
I’m halfway home, and the CHIEF of the Dekalb County Police stops me. Oh boy, my young life flashes before my eyes, this is going to be bad. I am looking in the rearview mirror, and he gets out, and it’s not just the blue uniform, I immediately noticed the gold badge & the gold braids on his shoulders and hat. I’m thinking: this guy is going to burry me under the jail...
And he comes up to the driver’s window and says “did you build this car? Way cool!” and checks it out for 30 minutes (long minutes). Not only did I get away with it, it got me out of two or three tickets after that. I brought it by the jail and let him & his buddies drive it.
It’s not just what you know, and not the stupid crap you do, it’s who you know…
Pay respect and believe in Him....
Oh, Edit: I sold it for $2,950 and almost doubled my money