I left Ft. Rucker, AL in the summer of '67 in my brand new Chevelle SS396 (425hp) on my way back to Maine. It was pretty uneventful until I was almost thru Georgia (few interstates then). I was passing thru a small town when the lights came on. A pot bellied deputy (right out of a TV program!) saundered up to my car. In my most polite and non-Yankee tone I ask him what was wrong since I knew I hadn't been speeding (people had warned me about these type towns). He told me "Boy, if you weren't speeding now, you had been speeding and just weren't caught with a car like that!"

I could pay the fine now or wait for the circuit judge in 3 days (in jail). I paid my fine and went home.