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1990 Dodge Dakota. Turd brown paint, limo tint, and a loud stereo in the regular cab. 16 y/o driving home from a high school night class at San Clemente HS. Auto 100. Was fixing the exhaust manifold. Anyways cop pulls me over on Ortega hwy and didn't really explain why. Truck had expired tags because it wouldn't pass smog. Asked if I was old enough to drive and where I was coming from. Handed him my license. For 10 minutes he was pressuring me into admitting to having pot and if I would say yes it would make things easier. I didn't have pot or smoked at all. Goes back to the cruiser then comes back and gives me my license and said have a good night.