I
almost went to "traffic School" once when I did a s-l-o-w commute to work on back roads for 17 miles with 12 traffic lights, but get a chance to blast for 4 miles down Interstate 93 South in New Hampshire - and clear the cobwebs and acorns out of the exhaust. Nice entrance ramp - got the Nissan up to about 85mph, clear to the middle lane. Brought her up to about 105. Cookin good. Clear ahead, but sun rising.
All of the sudden seemingly out of nowhere, a State cop in a Dodge Charger swooped in and became my left wingman, and give me dead eye. I am now off the gas, no braking of course, and we are slowing to about 85, then a woman in a Prius passes me in the slow lane! The Trooper backs off and tucks in behind the girl - they both slow
way down, I slip in front of both of them - as my Exit 2 is coming up. I take the exit and head to the workplace.
I don't know if he pulled her over, my eyes were straight ahead.
But I got a pass by being passed that day