so i pull out of wild wings, get on 400, notice a car behind me kinda following at first on the ramp, didn't recognize the headlights (of a crown vic) so i started goin about 80-85. then the lights got closer and i was thinkin i need to slow down anyway hearing about dude gettin a $490 ticket for goin 10 over.

so i hold my speed to get by this other car and pull into the right lane, and that's when the lights come on. so i think i'm fucked, pull over onto the off ramp, make sure to get plenty off the road. turn on my lights inside, turn down the radio and start thinkin what i'm gonna say, especially w/my radar detector in plain view on the dash.

guy comes up i had the license and insurance ready for him. guy says he paced me at 80, said it was raining and i was goin to fast. i told him i'm not real familiar with the area and 400 and was more used to driving faster on 75. he takes my shit and just when i thought he was goin back to his car, he stood back, looked my shit over, told me once again it was raining and he didn't want me losing control and gettin in an accident. told me to slow down be careful and walked off. i sat there for a second thinking that was THE easiest fucking dealing i've ever had with a cop.

SCORE! guess it was just my nite

it def slowed me down some the rest of the way home too, good thing seeing as how i passed like 6 roswell cars on over the course of the next couple miles once i got off 400.

on a side note, felt bad for the guy that was riding a bike (yeah, like the kind where pedal and shit) on 400 on the inside shoulder