Playing cop on I-270 in Maryland

In 1977 I drove down the highway in my Dad’s Chevy Blazer. It was a tall vehicle and I could see down into the cars I passed.

My Dad pushed snow with the Blazer and had a big yellow hazard lights on the truck as well as on the front of the snow plow rigging.

I think the light was one of those that turned around inside a plastic dome. If it was red or blue, it could be mistaken for an emergency or police light.

I pulled up alongside a guy in a little car who was rolling weed in some papers. Weed as in Mary Jane, hashish or Marijuana.

I slowed down, pulled up behind the guy and turned on all of the hazard lights.

He looked up in the rearview mirror as I waved him off the road.

He immediately started stuffing his weed into his mouth and drinking from a coke bottle (big glass bottle back then).

It took about 1 minute for him to eat his weed, then he slowed down and pulled off the side of the road.

I pulled up alongside his car, waved, laughed and drove off.

To this day I feel bad for the guy. I would have hated to have to tell my buddies why I did not have any more weed.