My bad....
I drive my 997 to work most days. I commute against traffic, so it's busy, but fast. But you know how it is- every other guy on the road wants to race, or pass you when your driving this car, even if they have a Yugo. I know the 3 likely places the cop sits each morning. So, as I tool along at 65, knowing he's likely to be just ahead, Joe big-wheels-pickup roars around me. I throttle up a little, he guns his beast and pretty soon we're hitting 85, side by side . I sit back, throttle down, wave goodbye , and watch as the flashing lights fall in behind him. Done this twice, and feel the need to confess my sin.