Maybe I just have a guilty conscience but everytime I drive my car around town I'm just waiting to get pulled over by the local Barney Fife. The car is completely legal, tagged and registered. My brother gets pulled over everytime he starts his roadster. The "new" guy in town is always out to make his name. "There is no way this car is safe!", or......"How do I run your plate number on your original 1931 Kansas tag?", or....."You're telling me you were able to get insurance on this?" I'll be the first to admit that niether car is mint but for Gods sake....I can't enjoy leaving the house. Anyone else fight this problem?