Right before I left Vegas in 2005 after I found out my bitch was giving it up to someone else, I didn't care and was acting stupid daily. Some buds came into town to party with me. I was acting crazy. During one month I got two, yes 2, warnings for going 100mph in a 45mph speed zone. First one I was going through a tunnel that was 1/4 light to light. I was just listening to my exhaust with the top down at 3:00 in the morning. When the unmarked cop came up on me he rolled down his window while I was stopped at the light and said, "Hey Dumbass, you want me to confiscate your car?" My first thought was, "100 mph in the 1/4... I don't think so..."
So I did my survival technique of the "Deer in headlights" look... (it works, trust me) I said, "no Sir... (all pitiful like)" and it worked. He yelled some more and let me off. Then about a week later, same thing, I was screaming down a Blvd. to get some late night food. And I'll be damned if another unmarked cop car clocked me doing 100. I did the same thing with "Deer in Headlights" look and he only yelled at me.
They must have realized I was an old kid in a Mustang with a cheating bitch in my head so they let me off...
Go figure...