My stupid fellow drivers were driving the exact speed limit, just as the officers were, as if it were their driving exams. Oh come on, fucknuts, this is the one day they're not going to break ranks to pull your sorry unworthy asses over. Stop bogarting the view, you selfish fucks!
A little bumper-nudging and some lights up the road, I have successfully pulled next to my quarry. Oh god, those boots. They're all dressed to match perfectly today. And hey, the county has them all on Harleys... ok, I'm hooked... AAah let's not rear-end that SUV!
DC has its officers on Harleys, too, as my sister pointed out last week. In fact, we refused to move from the sidewalk after dinner because the scenery was so lovely until her husband rolled his eyes and brought the car around in desperation. I do so love my sister.
The scenery was so lovely today I missed my exit. So worth it.