Weird story: Our first dog got hit by a car and during the effort to save its life, my father got bitten. Later, after the dog was pronounced DOA at the vet, my dad was told that because of the bite, the remains had to be tested for rabies (unlikely, certainly, but SOP), and to facilitate this the head had to be sent to some lab in downtown Boston. As the costs of all this began to mount, Dad offered to drive the head down there himself. Along the way he got pulled over for speeding on the Mass Pike, with a bandage on his arm and a dog's head in a box on the back seat. When the officer asked him what was in it, my father --who at this point is just reeling at the day's ugly fortunes and knows he hasn't the pokerface to pull off a bullshit story-- decided that total honesty was the best policy and detailed the whole sad episode for the cop, who, luckily, was both cool and and a dog owner, as well as familiar with the rabies-test. So he and let my dad go, and yeah: the test turned up negative.