Upon returning to my transportation from a multi-day Sierra climbing trip, I found my windshield plastered with parking tickets as was every car parked up road from mine. The "do not park beyond this point" sign was a few inches up road from my bumper. This was inside the boundary of one of our National Parks. Knowing there was no realistic way to appeal the federal citation I worked off my frustration loosening the sign itself, the sign and I both seemed to weigh about the same but anger one out and the sign soon was invoking the law of gravity traveling a downhill trajectory. I knew it cost more then the $300.00 in fines I would pay to replace and maybe a few other people could skip by the tickets for a while.
As childish as my reaction seemed I was legally parked and had humped the miles up the road to the trailhead. Sorry about this my fellow tax payers.
Near another National Park, a backcountry ranger tried to cite me for having my dog off leash, I had untied him so I could sort out the rat's nest he'd made of a the chunk of old climbing rope I had tied him with, of course as he was casually inspecting his rear for something itchy or smelly when the authority person stepped into view, at first I thought I was being given a stern reprimand but soon a book appeared and it all went very south from there. Basically I refused to give her my name telling her my name as incredible as it seemed was really Rumplestiltskin, eventually I realized we weren't going to resolve this in a ranger to dirt bag fashion so I hoisted my pack up, grabbed my now restrained dog, and started walking up a class 4 glacier apron, she was trying to follow so I just picked the nastiest friction direct in front of me. The dog just assumed this was an interesting game called scrambling paws. Radios were produced, threats were barely heard behind me ... this was also a long time ago when I lived out of that pack and 59' ford panel truck.
I do not have a problem with authority just mis-guided authority.