In 2020, I bought a new Impala and was driving it away from the dealership and a police cruiser passed me going the other way, did one of these 3-point 180 moves that look so neat on TV and came up behind me all gang busters as I pulled into a pizza joint for dinner to give me a ticket for an expired inspection sticker. I explained that the car wasn’t mine 20 minutes previously and I would rectify the problem right away since the car had less than 1000 miles on it, it was a pretty safe bet there was nothing wrong with anything.
Alas, the excuse was, since I was ‘already in the matrix’ the summons had to be awarded. Of course, the dealership paid the fine and inspected the car, which it does at no cost, anyway.
Still, the inflexibility of the bureaucracy, carried out by thugs with the joy of absolute power, is a thing to be hold, for sure.