@roamer_1
I have had the same thing happen when I was living in Denver. It may have been the ONLY time I had any dealings with the DPD that they didn't try to bust my balls.
I notice you didn't say anything about the cop coming up to the car and pointing a gun at your head.
In MY opinion,that is what made this a big deal,and what caused things to start going downhill.
@sneakypete Yeah I did - up above that time, and a case of mistaken identity, though considering my jacket, I can see why the mistake was made. That was a full on bag and tag, with, I dunno, maybe ten or fifteen very pissed off cops. And all of em with guns drawn. No messing around, man...
I complied like crazy, and still got the business, big time... Maybe the worst I ever had with em other than the time I belted one of em that was trying to stop me from tearing down a bar. That was a different sort of thing, because my blood was up and the berserkergang was on me... Seeing red. Got the business big time that time too, but being on the jazz, I didn't feel it so much. But I got my ass kicked good and proper that time too - knee in the neck and the whole nine yards... and nearly a week in county just to see the judge.
Anyhoo, the time I was talking about, turns out there was a second-story guy that had a car a lot like mine, and he raped some gal. Well, I was pretty infamous at the time, and my car was on the wall at county and at city, so I see where they made the connection. But anyway, after they drug me through the knothole and back, I found out what they were so pissed about, and I had a bulletproof alibi, as I had been at work, and swung by a buddy's place for a look in his beer fridge... And his uncle was one of the cops that was there. So it flat could not have been me. Once they figgered that much out, they picked me up and dusted me off, and got an off-duty EMT to come patch me up a bit.. and apologized... And I was alright with it once they told me why they went off like they did.
So yeah... Other than running from the two cops behind me (which was not unusual), sliding around a corner into a full fledged roadblock with all the guns pointed right at me... A HELLuva lot more than that other feller went through. I was happy I kept my mud.
I know y'all wore gypsy leather, and I know where you are coming from. But rednecks known for kicking up their heels get about the same treatment you did. But I also know how to de-escalate. I know that cop is worried about his ass, and getting home to mamma, so I do what I can to let him know I ain't gonna buck, and I ain't a threat.
A slow roll and non-compliance ain't that.