reminds me of my favorite traffic story.
I'm driving to Chicago for a conference. I see a carload of "youts" messing with other cars. They would match speed of a truck in the right lane for a while, preventing traffic from passing, Then they would pass and let a car go by. That car would get past and move back into the travel lane. Kids would get in the passing lane and pace their target vehicle, causing them to slow down and fall back when they got to the next semi because the youts would also slow down to match the semi for a mile or two. This goes on until the target gets off around Lafayette.
Then I become the next target. They keep this up for miles. somewhere as we are approaching Fair Oaks, they appear to get bored and suddenly floor it and speed off at 95+. On the way by they flipped me off, laughing and pointing. Oh well. They really werent pissing me off too badly. I was feeling only slightly annoyed because they werent holding me behind the slower traffic, they'd just keep my pace and pass so I'd have to fall in behind them. They werent really slowing ME down, just making me slow slightly to change lanes.
So I see them go up the railroad bridge at a blistering pace, and I see "construction zone ahead. 45 MPH." The zone started at the crest of the bridge.
I get over the bridge and guess what I see? A state trooper was sitting at the base of the bridge on the other side, and he is now hauling ass to catch up to them. As I approach, he has them pulled over and is getting out of his car. He slams his door, slams his trooper hat on his head, and then gives it an extra tug and then marches toward the car like a mix of the bulldog from Tom and Jerry, and A drill instructor. His body language was evident from 100 yards away that he is PISSED.
I may or many not have giggled like a school girl and bounced in my seat clapping as I drove by.
I probably shouldnt though. Poor kids were probably walking home because 90+ in a 45 probably meant it was leaving on a wrecker.
