I dropped my pants for a cute little state trooper gal in Oklahoma once.
I was riding south on I-35 near Guthrie, and a northbound truck wrecked in the median right in front of me. My bike, and I, were hit by debris. My leg was bleeding, so the cute little trooper gal had me sit in the back seat of her patrol car - no handcuffs, and the door was open. White privilege, DUmmies!!!! I dropped my jeans to look at the injury. It was minor, didn't need stitches, and was treated at the scene.
I duct-taped the mirror back on the bike's fairing, and rode the rest of the way to Ft Sill. The MPs refused to allow my bike on post, because the mirror was held on by duct tape.