This past Sunday, two very different scenarios, one with a Suffolk County Police Officer and one with a NY State Trooper. The first of which was on Sunday morning. The usual b.s. "it looked as if you were going fast" excuse for a traffic stop. Which in all these cases (about 5times since I bought my car 7months ago) I wasn't going fast at all, and they were just using that excuse to run my license. The very next words out of their mouths after saying it looked as if I were going fast is, "license please...is your license clean?". I find this terribly annoying and inconvenient. Plus, not to pull the racial card, but someone else earlier in this thread asked it so I figured I may as well mention it, I am 1/2 Puerto Rican, 1/2 Trini, and a fairly big guy. Needless to say, I seem to attract alot of unwanted attention from cops. Now this is the first story.
The second story, later this same afternoon on the way home using one of the main highways here on Long Island, I was admittedly speeding (82mph in a 55mph zone). The State Trooper pulled me over. I proceeded to turn my emergency lights, pull completely over to the side of the road, lowered my driver window, took my keys out of the ignition and placed them on top of the dash, and placed both my hands at the 10 and 2 on my wheel (all of this just like I always do for every traffic stop to show good faith to the cops). The cop reamed me a little (deservedly so for breaking the law by speeding), but said he was going to cut me a break and only gave me a seat belt ticket (which carries no points on my license and doesn't affect insurance rates).
So moral of the story, not all cops are out there to break your balls. Some realize that we're just like them. Just be respectful, understand that they have a job to do, disarm the situation by doing my little pullover checklist like I do everytime, and they usually lighten up on you. I have never been pulled over by the same cop twice, and I think it's just because I show them I have a clean license, I'm respectful, and I go out of my way to disarm the unpredictability they must feel as they approach a random car.
That's my .02