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I got pulled over in rural Oregon about six months back. I was obviously speeding and deserved a ticket... Being brown and from Cali where Moore's law always applies when it comes to traffic stops, I had my hands firmly on the wheel, palms open, and eyes straight ahead. When the officer comes up to my window and sees how I'm sitting he immediately asks if I have a firearm in the car. I tell him that I don't, and reach veeeeerrryyy slowly for my registration. I can see his initial tension quickly subside as he realizes that my demeanor could only be a result of all those bad encounters... Musta hit good guy cop right in the feels because I could tell he felt bad and let me off with a warning. So from now on that's going to be my go-to strategy.
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