<p>When I’ve been pulled over, I immediately turn off the radio, and make sure I signal while pulling over. I’m quiet, polite, and admit guilt when applicable. I’ve received almost as many warnings as tickets; I’ve received one ticket in the past ten years. Driving a geezer-mobile seems to help.</p>
<p>When I was a starving musician, I used to drive an old car with serious cosmetic damage left over from when the previous owner ran into Gene Kelly in Beverly Hills. I routinely drove the car away from bars just after closing time, and was routinely pulled over for suspicion of drunk driving by policemen who falsely claimed I had been “weaving all over the road.” “What have you been drinking?” “Nothing stronger than Coca Cola,” I would tell them, whereupon I would be instructed to blow in their faces. “Sure, officer,” I would reply, knowing that the policeman’s reward for pulling me over under false pretenses would consist of a full measure of the exquisite bouquet of scorched coffee and the remants of whatever fast food meal I had managed to wolf down before the gig.</p>
<p>I taught police pursuit driving at TAMU for a year. I trained over 400 police officers around the state. For several years afterward, I could name drop my way out of just about any ticket.</p>
<p>I had a friend at SMU in the 1970’s from Arkansas. He convinced a judge in Highland Park that, being from Arkansas, he had never seen a 6 lane road (Hillcrest Ave, middle of campus) before where you couldn’t go at least 60MPH.</p>
<p>well I have gotten very few traffic tickets
once in a blatant speed trap situation where the speed limit reduced from 40 to 25 without warning ( going downhill) I didnt get out of that
A few times when I was younger I would be pulled over and let go with a warning- like when I was 17 one summer and I was a little high- but the cop recognized me from when my dad had died the month before, and just asked me if I was going home- I replied that I was ( I didn’t) and he let me go.</p>
<p>( I also was pulled over last year in Portland going the wrong way on a one way street- * but it was pouring down rain and I couldn’t see at all, and there wasn’t enough traffic to tell that it was a one way* really-
he wrote me a warning - and the whole time my girls in the back were telling me that they told me I was going the wrong way- oh hush</p>