re: #181 BeenHereAwhile

I have so many stories from my youth. And I was the prey in some of them.
My father had a friend in the Philly police dept.
He would drive his squad car to a garage he knew, put it on the lift, lift the car 3 inches off the floor, put it in drive and let it run with a brick on the gas.
I witnessed that.
It would show miles on the odometer that he never drove in his “beat”. He had to have mileage to prove he was doing his job.
They would sit and joke, play cards. Have a beer or two sometimes. Ahhh. Work!