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Nothing twisty here – I was on I-95S in Old Saybrook, CT. A Tuesday morning, barely any traffic, top down passing a Yukon that was in the right lane. I’m doing 80-85, the Yukon probably 75, and I look up from the stereo I was fiddling with, and there’s the cruiser parked in the grass at Exit 66. The gun’s aimed right at me and I’m about 200 feet away.
Crap.
I slide over into the right lane and look back and, yup, the cruiser’s on the move. In the meantime, as I slow down to 65, the Yukon comes up behind me and is right on my bumper. Along comes Mr. Trooper in the left lane, lights on, right signal on, trying to get in behind me to pull me over.
The Yukon won’t open up a gap. Mr. Trooper blips the siren, and the Yukon hangs right in there. After about a quarter mile of this nonsense the trooper gets irate, slides back behind the Yukon and pulls him over! I continue on my way.
And that’s how I’ve driven for 36 years without getting a speeding ticket.
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2002 Boxster S, Arctic Silver, 18" Turbo Wheels, 6-speed
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