Rick sighed as he heard the siren, and saw the flashing red light in the camaro's rear view mirror. He pulled over to the curb. He smiled as he recognized Officer Dunphy.
"Hey, Dunphy, sorry if I let the accelerator slip. This baby's packed with horsepower."
"It's Officer Dunphy, boy, now let's see your license and registration. And keep your hands where I can see them!" he ordered fingering his baton.
Rick splayed his hands and did a double take as he saw Bill's big black hands.
"Yes, Officer Dunphy, I will." He reached over to the glove box and searched through it. Only maps, and a couple dozen parking tickets. Doesn't every body keep their registration in their glove box? "I know it's around here somewhere. I'm Bill Alexander the quarterback at..."
"Yeah, I know who you are, boy. Upset a good white boy's record too, you did," he growled harshly and beating his baton against the palm of his gloved hand. "Step out of the car--slowly, boy."