I had a strange one today... Heading home on I-30 outta downtown, going through Mesquite. I hadn't ridden in a while, the weather was glorious, I'd just had a lovely lunch with my wife and was in a wonderful mood really enjoying the ride.
Without consciously deciding to go really fast or anything, I wound up running between 95-105 and kinda weaving through traffic. At one point, I'm in the left lane and see a cop in a parking lot on the service road just behind an entrance ramp shooting radar. As I go by he takes off outta the parking lot like a bat outta hell. I let off the throttle but stay in the left lane, figure he's got me fair and square (Actual thoughts were along the lines of "Oh (Expletive) this is gonna be EXPENSIVE!").
Anyway, he flies onto the freeway and comes up behind me. As he's coming closer I wave to him in a "Yeah, I see you, I'm not gonna run or anything", signal and move to the middle lane. He moves into the middle lane with me. I wave again, signal again and move into the far right lane. He moves in behind me and snuggles up right onto my rear bumper (Does NOT have his lights on at any point, btw).
I'm already coming up with excuses to tell the wife, figure this is gonna be a very expensive afternoon ride, when suddenly he moves back into the middle lane, briefly pulls up beside me, then goes in front of me, cuts in front of me then exits the freeway.
I kept looking over my shoulder the rest of the ride home just waiting for him or one of his buddies to pop back out and issue me my performance driving certification, but it didn't happen...
If I hadn't been so relieved/nervous the rest of the way home, I SHOULD have stopped and bought a lottery ticket!
I love that feeling... You're sure it's you 'cuz you're up to no good, and as soon as you get a chance to slow down he goes around. Score.
