I've been lucky in that in the few interactions I've had, they've been mostly courteous and to the point. It's usually been about a car tag and my fault. But they either gave a warning or a ticket that I could avoid by taking care of the tag. It does help I'm a white male.

There was one though, long ago when I was just 18. He probably let me go for the same reason, white male, and I was scared to death. But his first line was that I was speeding. I looked at my Dodge Aries K-Car and even in my fright almost laughed. In this POS? Really? I think because it was late at night and I happened to get in his way he was being pissy. He also said I should pay attention to my rear mirror as he had his lights on the whole mile before the interchange where I pulled over. Total BS. We all know how damn bright those lights are.