So I am driving in to work this morning.  Normal traffic levels allowing me to do the speed limit.



Well, I guess 65 to 70 mph wasn't good enough for this guy driving a new vette.  I saw him coming up behind me, weaving in and out of traffic like he was driving a slolom course.  Must have been in a big hurry to get wherever he was going.



Well, after passing me and a shit load of other cars at the bottom of a long grade, he apparently met Mr. CHP at the crest.  I saw him pulled over with a very pissed look on his face and a  white knuckled grip on the steering wheel while the officer was writing out a citation.



Sights like that always make my morning.

Nice.  He should be thankful that's all that happened.  I had almost exactly the same experience, except in the rain.  Right up to the point that he passed me.  He was about one car-length ahead of me when I saw his rear end break loose from the pavement and he spun around.  For a brief moment, he was in my lane, facing me, less than a car length from me, and I could see his face.  His mouth was wide open with a look of disbelief, not fear.  He continued spinning off the side of the road.

When I was a teenager I was in the left lane, doing about 5 over and passing, so I wasn't camping in the fast lane.  I was approaching a known speed trap.  Dumbass catches up with me, tailgates, I pass the car to my right and move over, he guns it, a half mile later the cop on the median points to him and indicates to pull over.  It was awesome.