One of the things I like to do every year is let my vehicle inspection sticker lapse, then see how long I can go before getting stopped. One year, I actually went six months before my nerve finally broke, and I took it in to get it done.
This lets me think I'm some kind of fugitive, so I have to drive furtively. If I see a cop, I'll subtly get in the right lane, or quickly turn off onto a side street, to avoid detection. Every day I make it back home from work without a ticket is one more day I outwitted the Man.
My wife thinks I'm weird. "Just get the damn thing inspected already," she tells me. I don't know. Maybe she's right.
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