I was going about 80 or 90 as i approached a batch of cars, and noticed the one in the rear suddenly slow down. That aroused my suspicions, so as i approached i took a closer look.
Sure enoughm the car in front was a cop. I started slowing down. It turned out to be a Sherrif. I have no idea if they can give you speeding tickets, but i wasn't going to risk it. However i'd clearly approached from behind rather rapidly, and i didn't want to suddenly slow down and go slower than the cop, cause that might look suspicious.
I ended up going about 76, just slightly faster than the cop, and about the same speed as a couple other people. I passed the cop, but then either they sped up, or i slowed down, because they stayed a little bit behind me at a variable distance for awhile. We went through the 60 interchange, and while on the 60 i passed a slower car. The cop moved into the lane behind me to go around the car. The cop was rather close behind me now, so as we transitioned to the 57 again i moved over a lane, hoping that the cop would go by me, but kept going the same speed cause i didn't want it to look like i wanted the cop to go by me.
The cop started pulling past me a little bit later, and as he drew even all of the sudden there was a really bright light from my left. I jerked my head around to look instinctively even though i knew it had to be the cop. I was expecting the sirens to start up at any second and for me to get pulled over and given a ticket for something or other, but just as i got my head turned all the way around the light, which was bright white, went out, and the cop continued passing me by.
Geez, do they _like_ to torture you and put your nerves on edge? Didn't somebody say their dad was a cop or something? What _was_ that for?
Other than the miscelaneous construction i ran into on the way home, requiring a detour, the rest of the trip home was uneventfull, although even with the detour and slowing down cause of the cop i'm not sure why it's an hour or more after i left work.