Bill, I get your point there's just odd differences in cops when I've been stopped. In my case usually in the ferret (the DOT guys didn't even want to look at the truck for official reasons they were into the cool factor from the start).
The odd stop by the local county seat officers was really odd which made them seem VERY green. They blue lighted me when I knew I'd been driving legally and I suspect they didn't know the one violation I have on the vehicle (I do and I'm not telling). It was 2am and they were bored. I was trundling down the road in the ferret well under the speed limit, pulled up to a light to make a left and proceeded through the light (turn signal and all). As I was turning was when the blue lights came on and I pulled over into a nearby parking lot, shut it down, pulled myself halfway out of the drivers hatch (which was open) and waited. I then hear from one of the cruisers "Driver....climb out of...uhhh......the uhhhhh......turret!" So I climb BACK fully into the vehicle, slide the drivers seat back, then crawl out the turret past the dummy machine gun, walk out across the engine deck and drop to the ground from the back (about 4 feet) and wait with open hands where they can see them.
Only then did they get out of their cars. What struck me was that if I was a problem and I did have a machinegun, they weren't going to be protected by their cars AND they weren't going to get away.
7.62 out of a belt fed catches up with you faster than your Ford Caprice can back up. What then resulted was them checking EVERYTHING out. Tag, registration, insurance, concealed carry permit, then when they saw my handgun stowed, they both had to work on getting to it from outside the vehicle. One was more or less inserted through a hatch trying to reach it while the other ones was reaching through with his flashlight so the 1st could see it. Both had their backs to me for a good while and they hadn't done anything remotely like a frisk. *Face palm* Reaching their duty weapons would have been hard for both of them. I just stood there polite and cheerful as ever.
Then, when they had the handgun finally out of the stowage spot, one asks me where I bought it and if its registered.
"Sir, this is Georgia, they don't register handguns. Infact it's illegal for cities/counties to try per state law" (Silently thinking, don't they teach you this at the academy?) "I mean has it been checked to see if it's stolen?" "Well, not as far as I can tell though that's rather unlikely." "Who'd you get it from?" "A lawyer friend of mine, I'd expect him selling me a hot gun would be unlikely given the whole officer of the court thing."
"Oh...right."
So they run the SN for that gun and nothing comes up. After that they're more or less out of official reasons they can see to justify the stop and after a little bit of polite small talk, they sort of hurry back to their cars and leave.
As I said, I called the night watch Sgt a few days later to ask when they'd been hired and she confirmed that they were VERY green and that they'd been commenting (laughing) about the radio chatter from them.
Here's the rule of thumb. If you're in a soft skin vehicle and you stop what looks like an armored combat vehicle with a machine gun. Either get out of your car and show some sand or just don't stop it. Because if there's a problem, however implausible, you have a snowballs chance in heck. Chances are there's never going to be a problem, especially if the vehicle is opened up and the driver pulls over as nicely and neatly as you can ask.
The whole episode was to me just amusing. It didn't piss me off and I understood that they were trying to do their jobs (where most officers more or less just look at the tag and then start asking the geek questions).
Heck, not long after I got it I rolled up to a light and the engine dies. I start to crank it over and it' doesn't quite get there, then I realize that the fuel has run to reserve. Crap!, I slide back reach for the tap, change positions on it, then try cranking again...And I can hear there crank effort go slower and slower an slower. Battery's dying, what the heck! So, hazard lights go on, and I get out to get the hand crank and proceed to start to try to hand crank it over, except I'm also having to run the fuel pump slowly to bring fuel up from the reserve to the carb and fill the float bowl (not easy). So, I'm sitting there hand cranking what to most people looks like a tank and I see a police car pull up behind me. The officer does this very long double take....then his lights go on and he walks up as I'm huffing and puffing trying to turn the engine over enough times to get it started. I stop and he asks what's going on, I explain and he just gets this amused and confused look on his face (Now he's seen EVERYTHING). So he calls in to radio (This is city of Atlanta Zone 6) that he has a tank stuck at the intersection of piedmont and monroe. I ask if I can go back to getting it started and he says sure, knock yourself out. Then about 2-3 minutes later the entire watch shows up because they CANNOT believe what they just heard on the radio. They all park on the side of the sidewalks, behind me, in nearby parking lots and all come over to look at the 'tank'. One even offers to assist with hand cranking but then gives up after about three tries. Then a Lt shows up and they all rush back to their cars and skeedadle. The one officer who's left then says he needs to get it towed (not impounded) because I'm blocking traffic and calls for a tow truck, I advise him of the weight. He calls in about the weight issue and of course what shows up is a BIG truck sized wrecker. I get him to pull start me and she starts up in about 60 feet of space and he pulls into a side lot and we unhook. Cost was $100 for the pull start. All in all, a funny episode.