Years ago, I was cruising pretty hard down an old back country road. ( 79 Ford Pu 351 cleavland) I topped a small hill and at the crest met a Highway patrol car. I just went ahead and pulled over and stopped. In a couple of seconds the cop comes flying over that hill, to catch me. He hits the brakes and slid to a stop behind me with the brakes locked up. He wasn't expecting me to be stopped and nearly hit me. He says, " you had the old Ford kinda wound up there? I said, " Maybe". He tells me I was doing 85 in a 55. He gave me a ticket for 10 over, since I stopped for him.
I didn't have any answers for the guy, just " yes sir".