One Friday night long ago, coming home from work at 2AM, driving my 1988 red Camaro, a cop got on my tail. I was going the speed limit or just a few MPH over.
Totally dark, but I knew he was a police car by the confident, or perhaps arrogant way he zoomed up behind me and then stayed right on my bumper, really close.
I just kept on going at the speed limit. This went on for an uncomfortably long time, but it was probably only thirty or forty seconds.
Finally, he just zoomed past me, crossing the double yellow in doing so. He never lit me up. Just took off.
I assume he was trying to goad me into flooring it, so he could pull me over. But I didn’t, ha ha.
He committed a traffic violation, there. See also my previous post.
Totally dark, but I knew he was a police car by the confident, or perhaps arrogant way he zoomed up behind me and then stayed right on my bumper, really close.
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One dark night, on a lonely long wind road, a pickup truck was following me.
Then it turned off somewhere or something.
This is a 55 road, and curvy so I stayed on 55.
Minutes later, I tapped my brakes for a curve, and his bumper lit up and reflected my brake lights.
He stayed back there a while, all lights off.
I forgot what happened, I was kind of scared. I think he finally turned on his headlights and passed. A new pickup, no sigh of being a cop.
But somehow he had all his running lights off. In a new pickkup.
I have never figured this one out.