I'll confess I never drive the speed limit, but the most I'll push it is 5-7 over the limit. That's pretty much the standard everyone drives around here, and I've had officers from four different agencies (three county sheriff's and the state patrol) tell me they don't even waste their time on 7 over.Even better is when commander hyperdrive passes you at a hundred mph. Then a few miles later you pass him as he sits on the shoulder talking to a policeman
But the guy that blows by me like I'm standing still...yep, I find myself hoping they get a friendly roadside chat. I've even arranged said chat before - I was on my drive home, and a car blew by me going close to 80. Uphill. In a no-passing zone. I knew that we were about three miles outside of town, and that for the past two weeks, one of the town cops had been sitting in a parking lot on the west side of town running radar. It just happened that I had the non-emergency number for the dispatch center (I had been dating one of the dispatchers not too long before this) in my phone, so I called in, gave the description of the car and said "If Stacy is sitting out in [parking lot], he might want to keep an eye out - she'll be there in about two minutes."
Got a good chuckle as I topped a hill and watched it unfold - he had timed it perfectly so he met her at the city limits, spun around and lit her up. I ran into him later that week at the rec center and asked him about it. He clocked her at 78 in a 55 (lucky for her she hadn't hit the 45 zone yet). Her excuse? It was her husband's car and she wasn't used to driving it. Except she had driven from Colorado -- she had at least 8 hours to figure it out before she hit our sleepy little town. Cop said that one wasn't a cheap ticket for her