I was just minding my own business driving my normal morning rounds. I was heading home going up the hill. In my sidemirror I see flashing lights from a cop car going downhill. He hangs a bat turn and starts heading uphill. I figured he had a call. He got behind me so I changed lanes to let him pass. Well, fuck, he did too. He was after me. When I finally found a place to safely pullover, he walked up to my van. "Good Morning, officer", I say. He asked; "Do you know why I pulled you over?". "No", I said. "Seatbelt", he said. I reached down a jiggled the lapbelt I had on. "What year van is this?", he asked. "1977", I said. What a dipshit. They didn't have shoulder straps in 1977. "Have a nice day"