Police are the same & always have been.
When I was 19, in Alabama, my drunken husband came home around midnite (I was asleep) & insisted we go to a big town 50 miles away (if I refused, he would have beaten me bloody).
So, the baby, he & I got in the car (BTW I had to be at work at 5:30 am).
My plan was to drive as slowly as possible without drawing his attention, until he passed out, then turn around & return home, telling him we had gotten to Columbus but when he didn't wake up there I came home again.
So, i'm driving about 5-8 miles under the speed limit, with him starting to snore in the back seat, baby in her bed on the front floor. (no seat belts in those days!)
The car looked as if I was alone in it.
On a lonely stretch, a cop car swoops down. I pull over, 2 uniformed men approach my car After shutting off all their lights. They do not ask for license & registration. The closest one says, quote, " What's a sweet young thing like you doing out here all alone?"
Never in my life have I been so glad that drunk was in the car!!!!! He started to come to......
They hustled away & peeled out.