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.
That’s creepy, no lie.