To cut a long story short, coming from Noosa with a small Police station and a rather well known family, coupled with either my cars or dads car on top of my attitude resulted in lots of tickets.
Started off on the wrong foot, was starting to get tickets as soon as I got my license, mouthed off every time saying I would have their job, sue them, the works.
I would take a ticket to court, using a Solicitor, I would win by either being right; a loop hole or Police agreed to take back the ticket if I didn’t proceed for any damage and or losses (they knew they couldn't win and wanted to save face).
Shortly after, I’d get done for the same thing, nothing Police officers throwing their weight around trying to teach me a lesion and show me THEY ARE the boss. So, I’d just take that ticket to court and win again.
I also had a Police officer put up on harassment, which pissed of his work mates, had numerous media story attempts which the Police stopped and I had to sue Queensland Transport back for my license at one point as I was able to prove I never meant to have a suspension at that time, thus I wouldn’t have been driving on a suspended license, thus I wouldn’t have been caught drivinf without a license.
The way I spoke to that nanna at B&R is how arguments on the side of the road used to be with Police, understandably they threw every conceivable ticket at me for being a knob head, albeit them full knowing I would fight each and everyone, so it didn't matter if it was a ticket for one thing or four things.
But at my cost not theirs. So like they cared. My dad gets along pretty well with the Snr Sergeant up in Noosa, has let me off for driving like a clown while he has been in his private car, outside of work, pretty much said His officers want my license or my car for keeps. It’s about 25% of the reason why I moved to Brisbane.
Plus, running from the cops full knowing they couldn't prove it etc.. Dog chasing it's tail, issue me with silly tickets, go to court, win, be an even bugger out of spite