Cool? What’s “cool” about the same cop pulling me over literally night after night? (No shit, I have had the cop that pulled me over on Tuesday, pull me over on Wednesday. The cop that pulls me over on Friday, pulls me over on Sunday. It’s a town of 20K people and I’ve got the only 1981 Honda Prelude in town. They know who they’re pulling over before they ever hit their rollers.) What’s “cool” about getting pulled over on a damned pretense, just so the cop can see if I’m drunk or not? What’s “cool” about me having to dig through all my crap to have my license, insurance and registration at the ready, just so the cop can see it, if he even bothers to ask me for it?
And the cops don’t bother to hand out tickets for busted headlights, since the ticket’s only $10 and thus not worth the paperwork. Add to that, I can drive through the wealthiest neighborhoods in Nashville (near where Al Gore resides, so the homes are multimillion plus) at 3 AM and not have any of the cops in that area pull me over, and quite frankly, the local police force is lucky I don’t go paleolithic on their asses when they pull me over.