Back in 1964 I was driving my Model A down Gratiot Avenue one night. All of a sudden I had flashing lights behind me. I was 20 at the time and all I could think of was what did I do wrong? I knew it was not speeding, but was my lights not working? As the officer approached with his flashlight shinning, my mind was going a million miles a second? He shined the light inside the car and looked all around. Then with a smile on his face, he asked me if I knew any place he could get parts for a 1932 Chevy. I said no and with a deep breath I went on my merry way.