Thursday morning we got up early and headed back to Georgia. We took #1 and SIL to breakfast and then hit the road. We hadn’t even gotten out of Nashville yet when I topped a hill, going about 80 mph, and there on the side of the road was a cop shooting radar. I was in the second from left lane and there was a car getting ready to pass me on the left hand side. They slammed on the brakes and pulled in behind me. Wouldn’t you know the cop pulled out?
I told hubby that my strategy (or lack thereof) was to just keep going and NOT hit the brakes. In my head (which is kinda scary sometimes!) I figure that if I slammed on the brakes I’d be admitting guilt. So I decided to remain at the same speed behind the car I was following. Oh, #1 had just called me about 5 minutes before to tell me that my left brake light was out, so, I figure if I did hit the brake then he’d see that my light was out and then he’d stop me even if he wasn’t planning on it. I know, I’m weird.
So, I stayed right where I was at the same speed and didn’t move or slow down. The car that had moved over behind me moved over one more lane to the right so they were in the lane to the right of me and behind me. The cop pulled across three lanes of traffic, behind me, and turned on the lights. DAMN…. He was still pretty far back so I pretended I didn’t see him and just kept going. Miracles of miracles he moved back over behind the car that had been passing me and pulled them over.
And hubby and I sighed a HUGE sigh of relief! Squeaked by one more time. Good thing. Our insurance couldn’t take another hit! Whew…. I promise to try to slow down…. Really (note I said try).