So, let's explore the speeding analogy a little more:
Back in 1974, a year after the first "oil crisis" in the USA, Colorado's typical Highway max speed decreased from 70 mph to 55 mph. In '75 or '76, I was driving my bug (stock '65 motor) on straight, sunny, divided, Hwy 50, with foot flat on floor (SBOP). Glancing in my mirror, Sgt. Johnson, of the CHP, was on my bumper. This most rigid of the local enforcers, also father of my sister's best friend and neighbor of ours up to a year earlier, did not have his lights flashing, but I knew "stopped on the shoulder" was the eventual outcome, so I signaled and stopped. He also signaled and stopped, and "then" turned on his lights.
Approaching my window, he asked incredulously "Steve, how fast were you going?" I meekly answered "about 71 sir." He shook his head and muttered that the tail wind did not seem strong enough, but that his speedometer agreed. He then proceeded to take me on a tour around my bug; pointing out a missing tailpipe, putting the right exhaust point inside the body dimensions (CO danger), the thin tread on the right front tire, and told me that a wobbly right rear wheel was the real reason he "caught up" to me from his last ticketing that I drove past 5 miles back. Yes, there had been a recent "hard landing" off the rack at my High School auto shop class.
I had a bug load of teenage boys with me, and the lessons we learned were that the "real safety" equipment was more important to Sgt. Johnson than some bureaucratic line in the sand. All of the occupants of that bug that day have violated speed regulations habitually for nearly 40 years, but all still walk, talk and drive today.