I can relate a bit, sort of.
I was coming home from work on the 998, on the last stretch before I turn to my street. I run it up a bit to try to get cooling air through it, since they run notoriously hot. On the corner was a cop on a bike, got me for 45 in a 30.
So he asks me why I'm going that fast, and I'm honest with him, the damn thing runs hot. I turned the key on to show him the temp gauge, he agreed. I was decked out in my gear and it was hot outside too.
He let me off with a warning, saying he would have given me a ticket if I didn't have everything in order, and if he thought I was trying to weasel out with an excuse.
I was lucky I guess.