Today I got a lesson in why people hate cops so much.
I’m in Washington, and this time, just for fun, I drove my little red sports car. The thing you need to know about this car is that every time I pass a policeman*, he pulls out behind me and follows for several miles.
Every. Single. Time.
Every. Single. Cop.
I’ve never been ticketed in the Mazda because I very rarely speed, but I’ve spent countless miles dutifully driving the speed limit on the front bumper of a cop.
So … I’m driving on the Olympic peninsula — on a winding, two-lane road — and I pass a policeman sitting by the side of the road with his radar.
Quick quiz: you’re driving a bright red sports car, and you see a policeman … what do you do?
Yep. You check your speed (fifty-seven in a fifty-five zone). Then if you’re speeding (which I was, but barely), you slow down.
Right? That’s what anybody would do, not just someone in a sexy red sports car.
That’s exactly what I did. I slowed to fifty-five and set my cruise control.
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