In college I bought a used British sports car convertible. I bought it because it was cheap.
The seller told me he had only brought it over to race it, and so it wasn’t “street legal”. I figured he was bragging, and badly, because it was an older model and not very fast.
But he was right that it wasn’t street legal. It had no side mirrors, no working horn, no working wipers, the bumpers had been removed. A regular fixer upper.
But I was so thrilled I had to show it off right away. But it was the weekend and I couldn’t get plates, which in my state stayed with the owner, not with the car.
So I took the plate off my old car and wired it to the new one.
Went to see my old roommate and his girl and they got in just to go around the block.
Since it was a two-seater the roomie sat on the front edge of the trunk with his feet in the passenger compartment. Very dangerous, but we were just sitting in the parking lot.
Just then a cop pulled in and said he had been following me a couple of blocks because I had no taillights and my turn signals were yellow instead of red.
When he went to write the ticket he spotted the wired on plates, and then he made me run through the lights and horn and wipers.
I was looking at over half a dozen laws broken.
He was going to write up the guy sitting on the trunk, but his buddy pulled up and said that rule didn’t apply in parking lots.
They spent a half hour trying to find the codes for all the things that were wrong, decided they had to move aling, and just wrote a single ticket on the brake lights, which I got removed with no fine by bringing in the repair ticket.
Whew!