here's another one but not necessarily an excuse to get out of a ticket, but I'm pretty sure I dodged a bullet on this one.
My 20th birthday, 1980, Lackland AFB, party at my supervisor's apartment off base. 10-12 people there. about 11:30 at night and after several beers one of the girls needed a ride back to the base and her dorm (about 4 miles away). One of my buddies from work John wanted to ride along. 69 Cutlass convertible. Trip to the dorm uneventful. Pulled out of the parking lot and squealed the tires "just a little bit". got about half mile down the road or so, on base still, John says "you got a cop behind ya". I look in the rearview mirror and sure enough there's an LE car (remember the K-cars?) behind me with his lights on. I had no idea how long he was there or when he showed up. I'm scared poopless, I've been drinking and should have know better, i just know I'm toast. I pull over, get my wallet out and open the door and get out (I know now you're not supposed to do this) as I get out of the car I drop my wallet on the ground and I have to support myself on the car door when I bend down to pick it up so I dont fall over.
anyway the LE walks up to me, I give him my DL and ID card. He shines his flashlight in my face, "Airman you know what I pulled you over for?"
me: "No Sir"
LE: "you peeled out back there in that parking lot"
me: "I did?

" (really no idea at that moment, so scared I forgot, clueless)
LE: "Yes, I'm giving you a ticket for exposition of acceleration"
me:"Yes sir, sorry sir"
LE: "what have you been doing tonight"
me: "its my birthday, I was at a friends apartment and brought this girl back to the dorms she needed a ride"
LE: "Well I suggest you get back to your friends apartment right now and stay there, I dont want to see you or this car again tonight"
me: "Yes sir"