RAY: It was Monday morning and Crusty was up bright and early for his commute to work. Yesterday hadn't been a particularly good day and he sensed that today might be worse. Hence, the early start.

Crusty carefully backed out of his driveway and drove to the end of his street. He slowed as he approached the stop sign there and of course came to a full stop before making his way through the intersection. At the next intersection he slowed and stopped for that stop sign as well. Just then he noticed the flashing light of a police light in his rear view mirror – the all-too-familiar sign to pull over and produce a license and registration. Neither one of which he had, probably. The officer approached, citation book in hand, and Crusty asked, "Is there a problem, officer?"

"No brake lights," he says. "I have followed you since you pulled out of your driveway. I've watched you stop two times at stop signs and I didn't see any brake lights come on."

Crusty says, "No way man! My brake lights work just fine. I'll show you." So he asks the police officer to go and stand by the back of the car. He steps on the brake pedal, and –

TOM: Let me guess, they work.

RAY: They come on, just as Crusty had predicted.

The question is, how did he pull this off?