DFW - Tons of cops out this morning...

I had two close calls with The Man this morning. Leaving the house for work I have to go down this farm road to get to the 35W. Just last night I was thinking, "I've never seen a cop on this road."

Well, this morning I come over a hill and there is a Sheriff lengthwise across the road about 50 yards ahead, pulling out of a dusty driveway with his lights on - I brake hard thinking he somehow tagged me that quickly and he's pulling out to make a roadblock. But they turned and went and nabbed a truck that had already passed them.

Then, 10 minutes later I'm on the 170 in Trophy Club in a long line of traffic - I'm at the tail of the line and we're all doing about 60-65 in a 55. We all sail past a bike cop, who pulls out behind me and slowly comes up to the line of cars. I think I'm toast. Everyone pulls into the left lane, the bike cop comes up behind me for a few seconds, then pulls alongside me (I'm thinking, "ok, where's my registration"), then miraculously he speeds up and passes me, and then pulls over the car in front of me!

Maybe it was my MA plates, or maybe he saw my law school sticker in my window and thought I would certainly fight a ticket. Either way, I was extra good for the rest of the drive.

 

Just this morning a Bronco pulled out in front of me onto the highway and I swerved around him and passed him. He then passed me back, and I was thinking to myself I should just grow up, fall into the line of traffic and take it easy (because, being a man, I generally dislike being passed). So I slowed up, moved left and let him push his way up the right lane.

About 3 miles later, a bike cop pulled him over.

Kinda like Back to the Future 2 where he decides not to race (and would have hit the Rolls).

 

Quite a while, actually.

I can't believe how policed the roads are here. Even on a Saturday, coming in to downtown I saw about 4 people pulled over.

 

My lucky streak ended today.

 

I will try that, hopefully they will let me with an out-of-state license.

Of course, the worst part is that I'm in a line of cars in the left lane, with an motorcycle and a crazed Saturn passing me on my left. 10 seconds later we crest the hill at the Kimball exit, and the cop picks me.

 

I haven't added it up, but I think I go through like 87 municipalities on my way to work, and each of course is trying to maximize it's own revenue.

 

Oh well, at least it was just speeding and not for the 4-wheel drift I did the other night at an empty downtown intersection.