highly advised to find a quiet, lonely, little used back road with some straight stretches in it that is seldom patrolled by the cops. A typical police officer will probably not understand/believe what you are doing if he sees it.
Funny story... I once gave all four calipers on my dearly missed '77 Mercedes Benz 240D fresh pads. I did the work at my brothers house, who lives along the edge of Roger Williams State Park. There's a straight stretch of road there in the park that goes past the tennis courts--just perfect for bedding in brakes.
Now the Benz's lusty 2.4l diesel put out a whopping 67-1/2hp, though true clydesdales coming from an asphalt crinkling 101lbft of torque. Getting the car to any reasonable speed in a somewhat reasonable distance required fairly "unreasonable" use of the accelerator, a phenomenon made audibly known to every half-deaf dog, LEO, and frightened child within a half mile radius.
Sure enough, a cop was parked at the tennis courts as is usual, so I pulled up alongside him and explained what I wanted to do
before I got to the bedding in process. After a quick reassurance that I wouldn't kill anybody, I had my stretch of road sanctioned by Johnny Law, whom I presume went back to playing the game of solitaire that was taking up the screen of his onboard laptop.