I couldn't get a speeding ticket in this car if I wanted to. Not that I do want to, it's just weird...
85 in the fast lane on 270 right past a state trooper in a Dodge Charger angle-parked on the shoulder, poised and ready to get someone. I didn't notice him until it was too late. I knew he had me. I didn't even bother hitting the brakes. Why bother? I let off the gas until I was going 60 and kept watching my mirror for him. Nothing. What's that about?!!
