I used to get fix it tickets for my lights, my exhaust and my tires all the time from the rookie cops or the few that were pricks around where we lived. I'd just smile, gladly take the ticket and say "Thanks, I'll just have Stan (the Cheif of Police) sign it off for me at my Dad's poker game on Sat night." (for a few years my Dad hosted huge local poker tourneys). The one time the biggest prick thought he really had me nailed was when I rolled through a stop sign, he pulled me over, was giving me a ticket and then Stan rolls up and walks up to the window, tells him to take off that he'll take care of it...we just talked about where I was going to college. It seems like your goal is to make us not like you. And what a good job you do. You have made it clear that you aren't here to take any advice, as you vehemently attack anyone who criticizes your style. Reading your posts, it seems like the only reason you are here is to flaunt your wealth and connections. Learn some humility and tact.