Steel tube, magnet epoxied onto the tube, mount on the steel dash cross-bar.

In a baggy in the trunk in the tool box.

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"You know why I stopped you sir?"

"Uh . . . no officer, I don't."

"105 in the fast lane is too fast even if it is a freeway and even if you're driving a roadster."

"Uh . . . ok."

"License and registration please."

"Uh . . . ok, here's the license."

"I also need the registration sir."

"Give me the registration honey."

"Ok . . . where is it?"

"It's on the floor with the burger wrappers and empty coffee cups."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is, look closer."

"I did, it's not there."

"It should be, it's in the envelope right next to the fire extinguisher."

"No it's not you dumb s**t."

"Don't call me a dumb s**t you dumb broad."

"Don't act like a dumb s**t and I won't."

"Alright folks, calm down."

"I'm calm officer. She screws up everything."

"You dumb s**t."

"Calm down lady, it's not your fault."

"Yeah . . . ya dumb broad."

"Officer, can you make him shut up?"

"Maybe . . . is it ok if I shoot him?"