Remember me talking about the surreal experience of driving past all those "drug interdiction" cars on I-40 between Detroit-on-the-Mississippi and Nash Vegas?
Well, Cemetery, of Cemetery's Gun Blob, didn't drive past them. Or rather he did, but not very far before the blue lights came on in the rear-view.
Apparently, the cops had brought along that noted Constitutional law expert and Fourth Amendment specialist, Fluffy the Uberhund, to gin up a pretext to shake the car down for dope. (Or, rather, dope money, since he was westbound, although I suppose he could have been running good Kentuckian to points west.)
So, yeah, if your car fits a certain 'profile', you can have it stopped in broad daylight in America by guys in black fatigues and tac-vests with German Shepherd dogs and "Papieren, bitte, y'all."
At least they apparently said "Please" and "Thank You" before and after tearing through his car on the roadside and didn't seem perturbed by all the guns in the vehicle, which is more than you'd get in some states.