|San Joaquin Valley, 1979|
Later in the day we'd get popped by a nice CHP officer who took exception to us doing 80 mph on a winding country road on warm, wonderful day. After we stopped he looked us over and said "Looked to me like you were doing 65." "Yes sir" we replied, "We were doing 65, sir!" "I thought you'd see it my way" he said, and went on "You look like nice people, I don't want to take you to jail and spoil your day, but slow down." He wrote us up for 65 mph in a 50 mph zone and we gladly signed our tickets.
Oh yeah, someone stuck a WWII airplane in the roof of a gas station. Post WWII roadside marketing at it's best.
update: The airplane is still there.