So, there I was, minding my own business...
Just coming home at lunch to walk the dog. 14 miles of highway between work and home. Today, way up ahead, I saw a nice shiny new black Mustang (I have a thing for black Mustangs). But, damn, there was a trooper sitting across the median, and he pulled out after I passed him. Speed limit 55, so I slowed to about 67.
Even so, I was making up ground between me and that black thing, but then the trooper was making up ground between him and me. Stink.
When the trooper came up behind me, I pulled into the right lane to let him by, and I was now only a few cars behind the black thing - which, by this time, I saw also had light grey body stripes. I pulled back to the left behind Mr. Trooper and continued gaining on the Mustang. Yep, as I pulled alongside, I slowed down to 60 to admire the new Shelby. Sweet.
Shelby was cruising along nice and slow, so I thought, but he pulled out behind me as I went on down the road. It was trooper, me, and Shelby in the left lane for another mile, then trooper and I pulled right for a time, trooper then exited up ahead. Uh-oh, game on.
Shelby slowly gained speed and sailed past me, so I tucked in behind him ("tucked in" at about 100 feet behind him) and followed as he passed a line of traffic into the open road ahead.
At one point, he gunned it, and TFrog struggled to keep that 100 foot distance. We slowed again to pass the remaining few cars, and finally reached my favorite stretch of the drive. Shelby's, too, apparently, as he slowly increased speed. ("Slowly" meaning, hey, he could have gone MUCH faster.) At the top end, we were somewhere between 115 and 120mph on that stretch, me a constant 100 feet behind. The Shelby looked like it was just loping down the road, firmly planted, while TFrog was ... uh... planted somewhat. I had no doubt that he still could have left me in the dust, if he wanted.
Okay, that was fun.
It's not unusual for me to top out at 100 somewhere along that route. I drive it twice a day, every day, and I think I know where all of the likely speed traps are. Normally, I'm just driving along in a long line of cars, with minivans and grocery-getters trying to play with ME. Today, I got to play with a Shelby, and that's MUCH better...
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