The Horse is pulled over by the police. Yet again. I am tired of racial profiling.

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I am a very good driver. I have driven over five light-seconds without ever causing an accident. A couple of years ago, I was pulled over in Nebraska for tailgating. I don't tailgate. I keep my distance from other drivers because, as comedian Stephen Wright says, "half of the people you know are below average." It turned out that they pull middle aged white men over in Nebraska if they have California license plates because middle aged white men are the "new mules." Ex-hippies from California import marijuana into Midwestern states where marijuana is not yet legal. The Nebraska Highway Patrol fella was nice and let me toddle along without looking at my drivers license or insurance papers. The other day, I was pulled over by a motorcycle California Highway Patrol officer. I saw the lights in my rear-view mirror and gestured to him "Is it me you're after"? He nodded. I was nearing the split between two highways (I-680 and Highway 242, for those of you who know Northern California) and gestured to him that I wanted to bear left, onto Highway 242. He nodded and cleared the lane for me, moving left. I put on my turn signal and went in front of him. When I pulled over, he came to my passenger side window, as officers in the US do. It's harder to shoot them if they're on the right (passenger) side. I showed him that I could not reach the right window (my 2008 Chevy pick-up does not have automatic windows) and asked if I could get out of the car. He said yes. I think by then he knew that I was not who he was after. The wind was blowing at about 30 miles per hour outside, and my hat blew off. I watched it roll up the highway, to the North. He and I had to lean toward each other to have a conversation. He told me that my trailer hitch was partially blocking my license plate, and that he could not see the number on the plate. He also sad that CHP was on the lookout for stolen vehicles. I told him that I had not modified the truck in any way since I bought it up in Montana, and that I had no idea that the hitch blocked my plate. By then, he certainly knew that I was not who he was after, gave only a quick glance at my driver's license, and let me go. He never asked for my "proof of insurance." My hat had blown to an underpass and was off the freeway. I was able to retrieve it and head on into work. Have you ever been pulled over for "no particular reason" because you fit the profile of a naughty person? I gather some immigrant Californians like to steal work trucks. But I am not into stealing cars. For the record, I did not a) run from the scene; b) talk rudely to him; c) wrestle him to the ground and steal his taser; d) do anything else ignorant. Just for fun, I will attach Chris Rock's comedy video about "Now Not to Get Your Ass Kicked by the Police." I know I've posted it before.