Welcome to Aaron Menke's Cabinet of Curiosity's, a production of IHeart Radio and grim and mild.

Our world is full of the unexplainable.

And if history is an open book, all of these amazing tales are right there on display, just waiting for us to

explore. Welcome to the Cabinet of Curiosities.

The majority of Americans will be pulled over by the police for speeding at least once in their

lifetime. For some drivers, it happens every few weeks. These drivers do their best to stay calm in those

situations, trying to figure out how they can get the officer to let them off with just a warning.

Maybe they break down crying to Gardner's sympathy. Maybe they

pretend they had no idea they were speeding. Maybe they concoct an elaborate story as to why they need

to get to where they're going in such a hurry. But one driver in Los Angeles in the early 1960s has

all of them beat. Before Los Angeles roads were as congested as they are now, officers could

still catch a speeder or two. And such was the case early one morning when an officer pulled a

driver over for speeding and asked him to roll down his window. The driver complied, but he did not

look happy. He seemed to be in a hurry. When the officer asked him where he was going,

the man yelled back, to my spaceship. Honestly, it seemed like the man was out of his mind.

But beyond that, the officer had no idea what to make of him. The driver was unusually handsome,

with coiffed hair that allowed for a single strand to fall stylishly across his forehead,

and his outfit

was very strange. The driver wore a bright green cardigan of sorts, with gold rings on the cuffs

and nothing underneath. On his lapel, there was some kind of a pin, shaped like a triangle.

Not knowing what to make of it all, the officer asked for the man's ID, "'and that's when it all came together.

"'Somewhat flustered, he handed the ID back,

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