I hated cops. When I was an underaged boozehound who hung around drug dealers and got into fights all the time.
Since I've cleaned my act up a touch and learned to play the game a but better, they've pretty much all been ok. Tolerable at worst, downright awesome at best. For example, I took a cb350 I just picked up on a little test ride... No registration, no insurance, title in someone elses name... You get it.
Anyhow, about a mile from the garage it shut down on me (loose wire). Right after I unknowingly passed a parked cop at about 20mph over the limit. He pulled up, watched me try in vain to kick the bike over in 80° heat and only asked one question.
"What year is that"
"It's a 72 officer".
"Hmmm. Pretty cool. Slow it down next time".
Away he went.