**A Policeman Pulls Over an Old Man Driving a Pickup Truck**
The late afternoon sun hung low over the highway, turning the asphalt into a ribbon of molten gold. Traffic was light, the kind that made a patrol shift feel longer than it was. Officer Daniel Harris had been on the road since early morning, running radar, answering minor calls, and sipping coffee that had long since gone cold.
It was an old model—boxy, weathered, and unmistakably out of place among the newer vehicles cruising past. The truck drifted slightly over the center line, then corrected itself. Nothing dramatic, but enough to catch Harris’s trained eye. A few seconds later, the speed reading flickered just above the limit.
Harris flipped on his lights.
The pickup slowed immediately and pulled over with careful precision, its tires crunching against the gravel shoulder. No hesitation. No sudden movements. Harris took a breath, adjusted his hat, and stepped out of the patrol car.
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### First Impressions
As Harris approached the driver’s side, he noticed the truck up close. The paint was faded but lovingly maintained. The tailgate bore scratches that told stories of hard work—hauling lumber, tools, maybe hay. This wasn’t a showpiece. It was a life piece.
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