So, I was driving in the passing lane, along the stretch of the 190N that goes through Grand Island. I was going about 65 (in 55) miles per hour when I see a truck approaching behind me.

I go a little faster, and the truck gets closer.

I speed up a little more and so do they.

This truck could have gone around me, there was plenty of room for them to pass me. I figure, if I am doing 70 plus, and they want to go faster, then go ahead and pass me. I was expecting to be flashed with their headlights, ya know, the signal to move the heck over.

No, instead they chose to ride my butt. Heh, at that point, the truck was so close that I could only see its front grill. If I dared to touch my brakes, I would have been read-ended. yeh, it was tempting.

See, I used to mess around a lot with drivers long ago, but I still have occasional spikes of automotive mayhem in me. (e:theecarey,126) My stories are fun and ridiculous and admittedly, immature. I've raced (ok, still do on occasion), I have done power brakes, burn outs, time trials, off roading, mudding, chasing, and all sorts of other craziness. It has been (many) years.. I have let most if it go.. but not all of it. On occasion, you'll hear me/see me gunning the engine of whatever crappy car I am driving at a stop light...come on, you know you wanna race me! heh, my little beater and your tubbed big blockm muscle car, hehe. Its the thrill and delusion in trying :)

ok, so I felt that this truck driver could just go around me if they wanted to. Lots of room pal, be gone! But no, you insist on riding my bum-per

((heartbeat quickens, residule effects of past thrill emerge))

So I scope out the situation. Truck on my ass. A bunch of cars up ahead in other lane. I gas the car to speed up to them.

Truck still attached to my rear end. Now I KNOW this driver is messing with me.

I catch up with other cars. I "pace" them. Now both lanes are are driving 65-70 miles. The truck can't pass and the truck knows I am on to him/her. Oddly, the cars seem to be slowing down, and instead of pacing them, I am beginning to pass them. I fugured, next course of action is to pace through all of the cars, and then once I am side by side with the last car (which would be first car ahead), I will step on the gas.

This goes as planned. And truck knows I am messing as hard with them as they are me.

So once I speed up to 80.. I then suddenly slow it down to 70. This allowed the truck time to go around me..

Which they did. Well.. first they paced me. (nice move, by the way)

I didn't dare look over.. didn't want to give them the gratification of my looking to see who it was. Besides, they were so high up, that we wouldnt have been able to see each other. But just in case.. I didn't look.

Well, the truck paced me for a moment before gassing it himself and then sharply pulled in front of me, and tapped his brakes. (another good move I must admit)

Forcing me to tap mine.

Then I saw.

heh.
I found myself tapping my brakes again, a little harder this time...

((Ya know, the kind of reaction you get when you are suddenly faced with a trooper when you are going too fast. But you know its a silly move as its obvious already that you are speeding.))

so yeh, I tapped the brakes..

because the truck that was messing with me and me with it..



...was a State Trooper-- in a larger chevy blazer!!!!!!!!!

My heart stopped.

Then I burst into nervous laughter.

I thought, what the heck was that all about.. and why didn't he pull me over, on or off duty?? (and now I know why all the cars slowed down..)


Not to sound disappointed, but I would have pulled me over just for the fun of it. omg.. I can't believe that happened. I think its funny that I stomped on the brake pedal once I realized who it was... a natural reaction.

So, I would say he (she?) won that one.

I just drove a few miles dumfounded and in awe. The trooper just driving ahead of me, but with my slowing down considerably, I eventually lost sight of him.

and I wonder, was it as good for them as it was for me???

good night and drive safe, kiddos :)