Here's my humble, common sense approach to a TS
Open Highway, Speed limit 65, there are two vehicles both traveling same direction, me and you. You're churning along about 70-72. You're running along fine, no hazardous vehicle ops, no swerving, no talking on your cell phone, you haven't hit a moose . . . etc. My radar flashes and I obviously got you . . . and I'll quickly hit the lights, let you know you've been busted and keep on going, leaving you alone.
In traffic, better be running with the traffic, no bizarre moves, like changing lanes across three lanes, or cutting anyone off, constantly changing lanes, etc. At that point, regardless of speed, I'm gonna get you for reckless operation.
In town - it's a whole different animal. Run a red light, Mine. Run a stop sign, Mine. Exceed speed in a school zone, damn sure mine. Exceed speed in a residential area, you're definitely all mine. Go 5 over the limit downtown or mid town, I'll stop you - give you a warning most likely. Act like a fool in a store parking lot, you're all done.
Now, there's this other thing about Traffic Stops I use to evaluate whether or not you're going to owe the government some of your hard earned cash . . .
Did you fail the attitude test.
Example: Jeesuz, I was only going 5 mile over the fuckin' limit man . . . you fuckin' cops are assholes, you SOB . . . you get the picture.
Did you turn in to a weasel.
Example: Oh Man, I really can't afford this right now, can't you gimme a break. God if my Wife/Husband/Mom/Dad finds out she's/he's gonna really pissed.
Did you turn into a pathelogical liar?
I was not frickin' speeding, I don't give a shit what your radar said. I just had this speedometer synchronized.
Did you attempt to invoke the name of a known diety or demi-God:
Do you know who I am, I'm personal friends with the lady that washes the dog for the neighbor of the guy who used to be in the office next door to the housekeeper for the Mayor's third cousin in Timbuktoo.
Be straight with me, you'll likely get through it no sweat. Any of the above. Better work some overtime.
God, I love dealing with the public.
FOR THOSE THAT FOUGHT FOR IT, FREEDOM HAS A FLAVOR THE PROTECTED WILL NEVER KNOW OR UNDERSTAND