I don't really understand all the fear and animosity about being stopped by the cops. I got a speeding ticket for 120 in a 55, and the Highway Patrol guy and I had a ten-minute bull session about various aspects of lifeitsownself. It was simple enough; I had just washed the car and I was driving it to dry it off. No big deal.
ROTFLMFHO!!!!! Need to remember that one, although I think you'd have to be Art himself to get away with it.
There is, of course, always the option of staying with the flow of traffic and not flagrantly disobeying the rules of the road, if you're so terrified of a traffic stop.
Then there was my mother.
My aunt (dad's sister) had died two days before, and it was the evening we were having the Rosary for her at the funeral home. Springfield was one of many towns that have different rules between 4-6 p.m. (when there was actually TRAFFIC on the streets, lol). I was 16 and sitting firmly in the back, as dad never let me drive his car except to learn to drive. Mom was in the passenger seat up front.
Dad made an illegal left turn...illegal only between 4-6. And it was about 5:55. Seriously. Of course that would be the time a traffic cop was there, and yes, he got pulled over. The officer was polite, unlike my mother, who just WOULD NOT SHUT UP. She reamed him at least three new ones for pulling over a man whose sister had just died (yeah, you can tell from the tail lights....) and eventually the officer, trying to be sympathetic to dad but reaching the end of his patience, said, "Sir, control your wife or you'll be going to jail."
I kicked her under the seat and hissed "SHUT UP!" (One and only time I got away with saying that to my parents). She got so mad at me, dad, and the cop she lapsed into silence.
Thankfully.
Do yourself a favor and don't act like my mother. Bad juju from that. Just be nice, they'll be nice, and if they're not, that's why there's a badge number written on the ticket....
Springmom