A couple miles at around 4-5AM. Circa 1978(?) my street race car ran out of gas on the way home. I get within a couple blocks of my house and I flag down a passing cop (mondo mistake). He flipped a u-turn, got out and slammed my face onto the blazing hot hood of the car. I said, if I was doing something illegal, did you really think I'd FLAG YOU DOWN? Anyway, they kept my face down on the hot hood, where I could read the words "to protect and serve" out of the corner of my eye painted on their car. Needless to say, they refused to give me a ride and expedite the car's recovery before it succumbed to some sort of theft or vandalism.