I remember a musician talking about the police hating people who own “old ryder vans” for some reason in his state. He told of being stopped at a weigh station coming back from a gig and, to cut to the chase, the cop was goint to ticket him for a burned out marker light. The marker light in question was right there in front of them both, glowing happily.
The guy said there was noting wrong with the light. The cop said, I can write you up for a burned out marker light or I can take your truck into the inspection building and we’ll see what else we can find.
He signed the ticket and went on his way.
Cops are the modern highwaymen.
Louisiana is one of very few US states I’ve never driven in. And now that I live in KY (most of my life was in Washington state), there was a risk I would go there. I’ll avoid it and MS.
On a side note, I discovered that small towns ripping people off in Georgia got so bad that they passed a law preventing small towns from writing tickets for going less than ten over. Or something like that.
It was about four decades ago that I abandoned my child’s view of the US as a “post-scary-world” country. It still is. You just hope you don’t come across the scary part - and carry in your car where you can.