One night, somehow I was in an extrordinarily good mood, I get the trooper lights on 880, near Oakland, get off at the next off ramp, and a lady comes to my window. I greeted her cheerfully (don't know why I was so relaxed). She asked me if I knew why she pulled me over -- I said no -- she said I was passing on the right. I had, a few times.

She came back after the check and let me off with a warning.

Note to self: ALWAYS be as cheerful as humanly possible when pulled over.

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