You were obsessively polishing your precious car along the main drag of the Balboa Peninsula when I parked my small motorhome for five minutes to walk around the corner. With my long hair and beard, I must have looked like a hippie/terrorist to you. So you called the cops, claiming I'd clipped your neighbor's car after I pulled around the corner to park closer to the beach. When I noticed one of Newport Beach's finest nosing around the back of my RV, I thought my bicycle wasn't racked properly or something. When the cop voiced your concerns, I... More >>>