I wish I could. But in the late 60’s and 70’s, I looked like a roadie for the Grateful Dead, and I got pulled over so many times for spot checks (outlawed in 1979, too late for me) that I’ve never been able to get over the distrust and resentment I feel towards them. Sure, I could have got myself a crew cut and some button-down shirts to get some relief from it, but people who are black or Hispanic, for example, don’t have the option to change their appearance to avoid the profiling and the harassment.
It does not help that I still see the bastards sitting in the corners of parking lots, skulking with radar guns. I know I can drive the speed limit and not get pulled over, but I don’t like their eyes on me. I know that there are people getting mugged and burglarized and worse, but there they are, waiting like trap door spiders for some unsuspecting schmuck to come along so they can pop him. Nothing green about those V8 Crown Victorias sitting there at idle, either.