On the way home from the meet, and I didn't even do anything!!!
I'm following NKoan down the on-ramp to I-80 east, and we're at about 45mph according to my speedo. Along the outside of the two of us comes a certain black 06 STI with a big crinkle on the left front fender, (I'm so shitty with new people's names...) hauling ass around the same corner.
Well, at the bottom of the ramp, there's some dirt on the outside of the corner, in which said crinkled STI gets the rear end a little loose, right in front of the NHP sitting under the bridge!
I watch as the cruiser pulls out of his hole, and up onto the highway behind me. I think to myself, "oops! That STI is gonna get pulled!" But low and behold, as the copper is just about to pass me, I see him look back at MY car, jam his brakes, and hit the lights! Fuck!
So he asks if I know why I'm being pulled, to which I reply "no." He tells me I can't be trying to get sideways pulling on to the freeway, and I tell him he's got the wrong car!
So after explaining that I was the black car in the REAR of the 3 getting on the highway at that moment, the NHP tells me "Shit! That's my fault! I got the wrong one! I looked back as I almost passed you, and saw the hood scoop and wing, and said 'that's him!' "
So, due to my car looking vaguely like an STI, I got pulled over last night, by a cool NHP officer, who said he was very sorry, and after I told him that we're members of a local Subi club, told me that when I see the owner of said crinkled STI, that I need to kick him in the junk and tell him to STOP THAT CRAP!
So if you're reading this, (X Active here on the board I believe) wear a cup next time you see me...