few years ago, while driving home late from a Friday cruise night, I was stopped at a sobriety checkpoint. The CHP officer gazed in my 1948 coupe and saw I had a 3-point belt on. In an effort to reduce the tension that happens in these situations, he asked where the airbag was. I responded by explaining that I didn't live with her anymore. He let out a chuckle and told me to move on. A hot rod with safety belts
