Whatcha gon do, when they come for you

Over the past few weeks I have had and interesting series of events involving me, Ches, my dad, and various vehicles (mostly untagged, uninsured, or using improper plates). Had this just been one incounter I would not have thought anything about it and moved on. If I had only had two encounters maybe I would have thought it was a strange coincidence. I had my third run in with the law last night that was pretty much the breaking point. The back story is. My dad has several cars some run correctly others do not. The combined list of problems include: No reverse, driver side door will not open from the inside, driver side door will not open from the outside, no insurance, no tag, incorrect tag, busted headlight, no power steering, seat beat does not work, gas cap will not open, trunk will not open, fork needed to operate headlights, exhaust leak, window does not roll down all the way...and the list goes on. Needless to say not one of the cars is without its problems. So we have to choose between 1) a legal car that does not work correctly or 2) a simi legal car that works better. One day we were in Pegion Forge Tennessee when a motorcycle cop pulls up next to us at a stop light. I tell Ches to pull away slowly so he does not get a look at our tags. Well the cop pulls away so slowly that we have to go ahead of him. He runs our tags and pulls us over. We were lucky to just get a ticket for impropwer tag considering the circumstances. The next incident came when Ches and I was driving another car with improper tag to Chattanoga. I was slightly speeding (about 73 in a 65). Lucky for me there was a red Honda civic in the lane next to me with a bike on the roof. The cop got behind me but did not run my plates and then went after the Honda. Last night was the worst of all. I was driving from the house to the skating rink to watch Kaleb. The car had no power steering and the transmission did not work very well. As I was pulling into the turning lane the car died. We were close enough to the skating rink that we could walk over and get my dad. By the time we got there and back there was a cop car was already behind the car. He started asking questions about the tag, who owned the car, who was driving... I told him the truth: I don't know who owns the car. About this time my dad comes walking up and Rachel pulls up (her car is illegal also). She jumps out of the car and shuts the dog inside. The dog manages to lock the doors from the inside. So now the current situation is: We have one broke and improperly tagged car, the other is also improperly tagged and we are locked out. Long story short. The cop was nice to let us go. Ches found a stick and unlocked Rachel's car. 5 minutes after the cop left the car that broke started working good enough to get home. I'm getting to old for this.