oh and frogboy.. very much enjoyed your small town cops story.. i have tons of them myself.
One night I got pulled over by a cop here (in danville, california) and I asked him what the problem was... he said my tires looked flat.
Yep. he saw that my tires looked a little flat at 2 in the morning on a starkly lit backroad while i rolled by at 45 mph (in a 40.. no one tickets for 5 miles over the limit around here

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suffice to say he saw I wasn't drunk and let me go.. another night on the same road, i was going 50 in a 40 around midnight, and a cop pulled me over.
Well the bastard didn't have his headlights on while he was sitting at the side of the road, and I called him on entrapment and said he couldn't give me a ticket. and the SOB just put his ticket pad away, said have a good night, and walked back to his car. bastard smalltown cops...
I always found it entertaining how much the people in california hate their cops.. we even made it against the law for cops to use their radar on freeways, so the only way they can ticket you is to pull up directly behind you and match speeds with you, then they can pull you over. I'm always amazed that anyone can get pulled over on the freeways around here, since all you have to do is glace in the mirror now and then and see if a cop is sneaking up behind you, and if he is just change lanes and slow down heh.
my most amazing cop story though happened on the way back home from a girl's house around 3 in the morning... I was SO tired that i just couldn't keep my eyes open... so what was my brilliant solution?? I squinted as hard as I could to keep them from closing, and punched it up to around 107 mph so that the imminent danger would keep me awake.
well, I get off at my exit, and notice to my dismay that a cop is on my tail, and immediately turns on his lights. He walks over to my window shining a flash light in my eyes asking me if I know how fast I was going.. i tell him 80

, which he of course laughs off, makes me get out of the car and is shining this light right in my eye which kind of tipped me off, so I told him I wasn't on anything and asked if he would like to search my car (by the way, when I got out of my car i was shocked to see there were THREE cop cars parked behind mine... I must have been so tired that I zoomed by all three of em without even noticing)... he says sure so I reach into my pocket to grab my car keys for him and he pulls a GUN ON ME (only time in my life that ever happened...) that was some scary ****, he just told me to stay back and i was like hey sure buddy go for it...
anyway, after a couple of minutes he comes out and says well, since you let me search your car, I'm going to let you off.. I couldn't believe it =)
I'm just glad I never wrecked myself back when I was driving so crazy...