I'm super cautious.
Police lights me up, I slowly, safely pull over and keep my hands on the steering wheel. When S/he comes up to me I tell/shout them my window(s) roll down and I will use my left hand to roll down the window (keeping my right hand on the wheel). S/he will tell me why they pulled me over and ask for my license. "My license is in my wallet in my purse. There." Turn my head to where my purse is. If they don't tell me to get it, I ask if I can reach for my purse/wallet. (I try to do everything with one hand and keep one hand on the wheel.) I get my license and hand it over. (I never, ever argue that I was not speeding, blow through the stop, etc. Never. I'm not in a position to win. Just say, "Oh. I'm sorry. I'll keep that in mind." Haven't had a ticket since I can remember. Ha!)
Police officers face life and death every day, day in and day out. Every encounter might be their last. I can understand their apprehension and cautiousness and I appreciate their doing the job. But, you can't go blowing people away 'cause you *thought* he was moving too fast/slow and had a gun.
And as
Grandpa stated, Good thing there was a dash cam, was working and pointed in the right direction.
Without it, that man might well be in jail awaiting trial for *resisting arrest* *assaulting a police officer* and that officer might still be out in public with a gun.
Peace.