Driving home on epping rd is a RBT.
All lady cops.
Pass the breath test no problems thanks to a quiet night.
Then head lady cops is like, this car has to stay. Asks for my licence (not feeling too mad)
Gives me a 10 min talk about what is going to be defected:
-front lip less than 11cm off ground,
-rims sticking out of guards,
-sussy too stiff;
-tyres stretched, etc etc
and then proceeds to says have a nice night and don't let me see you again with that shit.
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