I work nights and do quite a bit of driving to and from small towns. Every once in a while I'll brain cramp and do a stop sign stop at a stop light. A few months ago I did that in a little one one light town and the local Barny Fife was hiding behind the 4H/FFA sign. He flashed his lights then waved me on.
Most of my jobs were driving jobs until I began my career as a photographer. I drove for the Milwaukee Sentinel doing box deliveries, which consisted of removing the old newspapers from the vending box, putting in the fresh ones, and taking the coins from the lockbox.
The job paid $5.86 an hour for an eight hour shift, from 11 pm until 7 am. It didn't matter if you finished your shift at 3 am or 8 am, you were still paid for eight hours. So, of course, the drivers drove as fast as they could to finish quickly. We ran stoplights, drove 60 mph in 30 zones, drove on the wrong side of the streets...whatever.
The police never ticketed us, in part because they understood the nature of our work hours, but more importantly the entire Milwaukee Police Department got free newspapers from the drivers. They were delivered in bundles to each district station.
That ended when a local TV station exposed the arrangement, and the drivers started getting tickets left and right. One of the department heads worked things out with the MPD so that we'd leave the bundles in the company garage, and a few officers would pick them up and handle distribution to the district stations. After that the tickets stopped.
BTW, we may have driven like maniacs, steered with our knees while we counted papers, filled out paperwork as we drove, but we never strapped bundles of papers to the hoods of our trucks.