I've only been pulled over once (so far!). I heard a knocking noise from the front of my car at full lock, so I peeled off into a the local park's car park, well, coach park is a more accurate description - It's massive and nearly always empty, so it was the perfect opportunity to further investigate the noise. Wound on full lock to the left, and very slowly did a 360 degree rotation. No knock. Wound on full lock to the right and very slowly did a 360 degree rotation. no knock. I then notice that a late model blue Mondeo had pulled into the car park behind me. I didn't pay much attention other than stopping my manoeuvres (the car park is often used by learner drivers and the like, so I didn't want to confuse/scare anyone!)
I pulled over at the side of the car park, and started going through the CDs in my centre console, after a few seconds I heard "Stop! Put your hands on the steering wheel!". I stop, comply and check my Mirror to realize that this mondeo now had blue lights flashing away in the grille, with three plain clothed officers coming towards my car!
An officer swiftly came over, took the keys out of the ignition barrel and told me that this was a hotspot for stolen cars, and that my "erratic driving" had prompted them to believe that my car was stolen, fair enough, surely all I had to do was show them some documents and I'd be on my way, right? No. Despite having every single document a police officer could hope to see on a traffic stop (V5C, insurance, MOT, both parts of driving license, Passport and random letters addressed to me). I was asked "Why do I have so many documents on you? Do you have something to hide?"
I heard my name and address come over their radios just as they began to talk to me, so they'd obviously ran my car through the system to check who was the owner and if it was stolen. Surely the driving license alone would prove that I was who I said I was, and that it wasn't a stolen vehicle?
Anyway, After a while they gave up on that pony, and decided that this was ALSO a drug hotspot, and that they had reports of someone matching my description selling drugs in this area at this time (A chubby 18 year old with glasses selling drugs at 2PM on a friday afternoon in a 205 GTi? I doubt it...) , so me and my vehicle were going to be subjected to a full search. As they are doing the body pat down my jeans start to fall down slightly, I ask them if I can pull them up and am told no. Eventually It gets to the point where I'll be down to my boxers if I don't do something, so I pull them up anyway - I'm THEN warned that if I interfere with a police search again I'll be in cuffs...
The search of my car was even more of a joke, despite doing a through in depth search of every single area of my car (including my wallet!!!) when It gets to the glovebox the officer struggles, then asks how to open it "It's broken" I reply (It wasn't just locked) he says "Fair enough", and then searches my wallet, again!?
The final blow after the search - "Why do you have so many tools in your car".
Me: "I'm a mechanic..."
Po-Po: "Ahh, But you said it is your day off!"
Me: "It is..."
Po-Po: "So I'll ask again, why do you have so many tools in your car?"
Me: *Blank Stare*
Po-Po "Okay, Good luck finding your knocking noise."
I reckon It was cos I is black </racecard>