Allow me an anecdote. Coming down the slope of a bridge I jumped a red light. The very moment I did this, I noticed from the corner of my eye a motorcycle cop posting at the side of that T-junction. I applied the brakes but ofcourse I ended meters further than where I should have stopped. It was a useless and stupid reaction ofcourse and I anxiously awaited the cop's reaction. Lazily he mounted his bike, crossed slowly the T-junction and pulled over beside me.
"Please follow me", I heard from under his helmet. "I find you a kind of interesting", he added. I knew I was in trouble and that it would cost me. I followed him to a parking lot, where collegues of him were checking several cars: documents like drivers licenses etc.
We parked, he raised his helmet and kneeled beside my CB500.
"Wow... original?"
I happily explained him the minor mods I had done, like the horns, the rear shocks and my homebuilt EI. He nodded admiringly, got up and tapped me on the shoulder.
"Take good care of it." And off he went. He had not even asked me to present my documents.
Whenever I am in the US, I train myself to be on guard. Cops talk like robots, you can't use humour or irony to soften the conversation and above all: you can't walk the streets! They even have a word for it: jay walking.
In Holland it is ofcourse illegal to walk the motorways. For the rest, you are free to do what you want.
Where I live, most pedestrians and cyclists ignore or should I say 'navigate' red lights, even within distance of a patrol car. Just avoid eye contact, so that they would not feel obliged to act.
But when camera's are involved, it's different. Within a week of me riding at 121 km/h where the speed limit had been 80, I had an envelope in my mailbox: € 340,-! Uche uche!