I used to get popped all the time. When I was 20 I bought a bright red 1984 Porsche 944. So you can imagine how big of a target I was, a young strapping lad dripping with long hair and leather, driving around in a car like that (notwithstanding the fact that I paid less for it than the Camaro I had before it!). I would get pulled over just about once a month, and *most* of the time I was not speeding. The trick was that at the time I was heavily involved in small-time racing with the local Porsche club, mainly autocrosses but on occasion an SCCA event, so I had 5 point Simpson harnesses in there and a mini roll cage. It seemed like as soon as the police saw all the racing paraphernalia they'd give me a warning and off I'd go.
Anymore I know so many officers in the different local jurisdictions I joke that I have a get out of jail free card. A few years later I spent probably 2-3 years testing and training as I was bound and determined to be a cop and had job offers from 3 different departments until I tweaked my ankle in one of the test phases which put a damper on anything else. But, since I was working with so many officers on a regular basis I got to know a slew of them and I have no qualms about name dropping! It's helped out too!
My brother in law is still a cop for Peoria AZ and when Tykkus was still together, we rehearsed within 2 blocks of the Peoria PD station, so my brother in law smoothed things over for us so we didn't get hassled over noise. That was pretty cool.