Hey there guys... after a very harrowing drive home last night I am interested to hear of close call situations that you non-medical vaporists have gotten into with the police. I'll start with mine; and I'm still shaking. So last night I was driving home from a friends house. My friends are combustors and I am the only real vaporist of the group. So of course my clothes and hair reeked of green smoke. Now; since I recently had to take a break from the herb; I didn't have any with me, and I had purposely left the only vaporizer I brought with me at my friends house so that they could use it while I was going without. That decision probably just saved me a criminal charge. So I pulled up to a R.I.D.E. stop and got greeted by a friendly and young officer; one I didn't recognize, which in a small town is strange. He smelled me immediately; and asked "How much pot do you have in the car". I said none; which to my knowledge was correct. He had me pull over and came up and asked if he could search my car. I told him that unless I was being forcefully searched I would like to protect my right against unwarranted search or seizure. So he placed me under arrest to search the car that way. The whole process was quite corgil. I was shitting myself on the inside but I through my experiences with social engineering; I've become quite good at acting. I was respectful to the officer, and he was respectful back. He let me put on my coat before getting out into the cold air and all sorts of other niceties. Two other officers showed up to make sure things were good and started making conversation with me (conversation... yeah. Like I was going to fall for that). Then, it happened. The officer pulled a dirty arizer stem from my bag; that I didn't even realize was there. It was a PVHES too . He gives it to the other officer who tells me what I already know; that this could be reason enough for them to charge me with possession of drug paraphernalia and possession of an illegal substance. God damn I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Of course at first they thought it was a crackpipe; and I had to quickly demonstrate to them that it most certainly was not; and they gave me the benefit of the doubt after I hastily explained the design of the Solo. To make matters worse; they found a tiny, pretty much empty bottle of hash oil; which is something that could have gotten me mandatory jail time with the new and utterly horrific "Tough on Crime" act passed by Harper in this country. I could barely stand, could hardly keep my voice steady and thought I was going to throw up. I thought I was fucked. After I quit; no less! Luckily, the officers took mercy on me. I'm a fairly "good kid" on the record books; never been charged before or in trouble with the law. That certainly helped. I've no doubt that conducting myself the way I did and showing them respect was my saving grace. They took my PVHES and vial; which quite honestly I would be happy to never see again; and made me sing "Jingle Bells" to "test my sobriety" (seriously). And then they let me go. I really dodged a bullet; and to be honest it was only by the grace of the officers that I did. I must say, I have a new found respect for the officers in my town. And the moral of the story; if you are ever pulled over and are going to be searched, be respectful. It might just be what saves your ass in the end.