Cabin fever drove me to do it. Actually, my '55 F100 drove me to the Save Mart 5 miles away, to pick up some ESSENTIALS! That was the excuse, anyway. Ah, driving up 3rd St., 26" Glass Paks rumbling the notes of a 291* Cal Cam, fired by a blue Bosch 25KV coil, hooked to my vintage Mallory Y-L distributor. My ACCEL Super Coil had given up the ghost in late February, so from my stash of good German parts? Bonanza! A Blue Bosch w/bracket, same footprint as the ACCEL! A nice policeman pulled out in front of me, on my right side at the intersection before my 7th St. turnoff. He stopped, turned on the Light Show, got out, and walked to within 8 ft. of my cool F100. Thinking to make light of the situation, I put up my hand, and said "Stop...you're just outside of the 6 feet space." He didn't even smile...just asked in that ignorant monotone: "Are you enroute to an essential destination..." I thought it deserved a question mark, but decided not to push it. "Yes, Officer. Toilet paper is fine, but I'm nearly out of steak and down to my last lobster!" He half smiled, "You're going to the store?" "Yeah, we need that 2-week re-stocking, going to do it in light traffic..." "Carry on then, nice truck." (said with expression! I was impressed, and relieved...) I DID wait 'til he took off before re-firing the 'rumbler', however. That thing could incite...a virus!