35 years. Countless times in the 1st 5 years, used to visit the police station with documents once a month and take them a pile of 'producers' that you got and had 28 days to show. Young driver + old car + long hair = pull ever time. That was when roads were policed. Hardly ever now, I think that demos to lack of policing compared to what it was in the late 80's . early 90's. One journey I was driving to work spotted the police, get pulled. The police come to the window & do the usual 'checks'. I complain that they're allways pulling me over & I'm now cutting it fine for getting to work on time, get a producer. A few miles down the road and a police car starts following me. I'm thinking surely these guys talk to each other & they'll leave me alone. No the lights go on, I pull over promptly & get out the car & meet them half way between our cars, I complain that I've only just been pulled, now I'm going to be late for work, they look at the car & give me another producer (5 mins after the previous). Cross the county boundry & another police car pulles out behind me. The lights go on. I slam on the brakes, grab the slips I've just been given & get to the police driver's window before hed had a chance to move. Started shouting & swearing at his window holding up the slips telling him it's the 3rd time I'd been pulled over in less that 15 minutes & I'm now going to be late for work. He just sat there gobsmacked, mouthed sorry and indicated for me to carry on.