So, we just picked up our new ride and decided to go out for dinner with it. Missed our insurance agent by minutes, but figured I had some "grace period" when switching over plates and insurance. (Okay, okay..deep down I pretty much "knew"....but what are the chances, right?)
Wrong. Sure enough, driving down McLeod I see a ghost car in the lane beside me and, yup, see him run the plates. Pulls in tight behind me. On go the lights...fuck.
I show him bill of sale (a mere two hours old) and our current insurance on the plates I'm using.
He was nice enough to not give me a ticket and let me park it somewhere safe. I'll put the new plates/insurance on in the morning.
That is all.