Funny thing, I am always polite to cops. They are always polite to me. I pull way over so they don’t have to stand in traffic. It never occurs to me that they might think I am a threat. It does occur to me that a car might hit them. I get let go with a warning.
Like I said, privilege. Except for those spotlights at night. And some expectations of conduct here, which I don’t think would have been the same twenty years ago.
By the time I’m an old lady, you would think even less threatening than I am now, it wouldn’t surprise me if citizens are expected to lie prone on the pavement for a tail light stop.