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There was a limited selection of foreign police uniforms available on eBay, none of which were suitable. They were mostly wool, came in limited sizes (I had no idea who my copilot would be), and looked too much like American police uniforms. The most aesthetic uniformsâthe French Cycle Gendarmes and English Riot Policeâhad the word police spelled P-O-L-I-C-E across both sleeves.
I might as well race myself to jail.
I looked at the 2003 Gumball route: San Francisco to Las Vegas, Tucson, San Antonio, New Orleans, and Miami. Much as I felt bad even thinking it, most of the police departments along this route would likely employ officers lacking in, shall we say, a cultured sense of humor. Such gentlemen would have no sympathy for a bald New Yorker in a black turtleneck speeding in a foreign car, but something told me they were just going to love (if not, at worst, be utterly confused by) a serious-looking man in a strange uniform and foreign police car.
It made no sense.
It made perfect sense.
There was really only one country whose police force would garner the appropriate respect. The country that invented the highway, the only country in the world without speed limits, a country whose cars were respected (and bought) even by their most fearsome enemies.
Iâd create a fake German Police Car. Iâd become one of the Polizei.
At worst I might offend my Jewish cousins in Los Angeles, but there was little chance theyâd find outâthey didnât follow car racing, let alone Gumball. There was the slight chance I might run across the Southâs lone Jewish police officer in what would be the most hilariously tragic traffic stop of all time. I decided to bring a pocket Torah just in case. I guessed this would hardly be the strangest item Iâd end up bringing.
There was one other thing about the Polizeiâsomething that added an extra dose of irony which would come to protect me over many traffic stops.
Germany has no highway patrol, at least not a dedicated force as we do in the United States, but Iâd seen pictures online of a Polizei Porsche 911, and I recalled seeing pictures of various Mercedes and VWsâ
Iâd call myself Team Polizei. It was in bad taste. Illegal. Insane. Perfect.
I sprinted home and filled out the online Gumball application.
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âThis is Julie Brangstrup,â came the voice over the crackling overseas connection.
A young, female, English voice. I was momentarily optimistic that some friend had given my number to his good friend, or cousin, or neighbor visiting New York, and my weekend plans were about to improve dramatically.
âWho?â I said.
âIâm calling from Gumball 3000.â
âHold on a second, Iâm driving. Let me just pull over. Okay, what did you say?â I didnât want to appear the overexcited amateur, but it was too late.
âYouâve been accepted for the 2003 Rally.â
âThat is good news,â I said calmly.
âWe really enjoyed your application. Are you absolutely serious about this Polizâ¦how do you pronounce it?â
âPolizei.â
âAh, German,â she said. âOf course. And youâre absolutely serious about thisâ¦Team Polizei?â
âAbsolutely serious.â
âThatâs a new one.â
âThank you,â I said with genuine pride.
âAnd yet you havenât decided on a car?â
Dammit. I hadnât expected this call so soon. Had it been twoâ¦three weeks? âIâm afraidââI pausedââthatâs a secret.â
âAnd Iâm afraid that wonât do. We like to have a unique mix of cars, you see. We canât have a hundred fifty Porsches show up at the start.â
âI see.â
âAnd your copilot will be?â
I was in trouble. âThatâsââI lamely pretended to coughââalso a secret.â
âThat just
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