When I was younger and less experienced I had a 93 RX-7. My first really hot car. God I miss that thing.
Anyway, I was on one of the Okie turn pikes going home one day, cruising at about 105 and went blowing past a state trooper who was going the other direction. I saw him, slowed down and pulled over before he had finished turning around to chase me down.
Really nice guy. Asked me what the rush was, gave me a warning and said if I was going to fly I might gain a bit more altitude before I run in to something.
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