Still thanking my luck stars: here we go.
It was about 5:30 AM on a workday and I was going into work early to get some crap done. Going East on Hwy 50 doing about 70 most of the way. About 3 miles from work I decided,.... there are no cars (relatively) and it is just about sun up, nice and cold for the intake,.... why not? Popped it to about 120-125.
The offramp to my office is a NICELY banked left hand sweeper (Zinfindel for you locals) where the road drops down and banks left as you go up hill (tons-o-traction) so I take it at about 80ish, wrench on the brakes to haul my car down at the stop light.... actually make a good stop and then roar off onto the surface streets to take another left hander at a modestly quick pace.
At that point I am about done as I have had my fun and also becuase I get caught behind a slow car (which may have turned out to be a good thing) and just put-put around.
Out of the rear view mirror I see there Crown Vic lights come barreling on my A** and I think, hummm is that a cop, oh Sh*& it a cop. So I play good, signal onto a connecting street and he follows. As soon as it is all clear he flips on his lights and I pull over. (This is DIRECTLY in front of my office now
He sits there for maybe 5 minutes and I figure he is just makeing me sweat, well turns out he was waiting for two other patrol cars to show up. One parks behind him and one in front of me (backing up to block me in)
He comes up to my window, I roll down, turn the car off, and have both hands on the wheel.
Cop: "Did you have your foot stuck on the gas or in your mouth?"
Me: (In my head) Huh?????
(Out Loud) No Sir.....
Cop asks for my license and reg. I hand him my reg but my license in the in the trunk so I have to get out and it for him.
I get back in the car and wait, I still don't know what he got me for, 120 on the highway, 80 on the offramp, or something over 50 on the surface street.
Cop: Looks like the car belongs to you,... you better slow down from now on!
Me: Thank you Sir, have a good morning.
Best part of the incident: I was wearing a Dali Racing Jacket and on the back it has Racing in big bold letters, when I got my license from my trunk he was directly behind me
Worst Part: Shating bricks thinking I was going to have the car towed :-(
Reason I got off: Beats the crap out of me, I figure he must not have had me on radar and could not determing exactly how fast I was going.