Inspired by skazat I took a long lunch, rode up to Lyons, and a little ways up US36 towards Estes Park. On the way back to work, I was tooling along a quiet, completely open stretch of road, and heard a HYUUUJ diesel pickup come up behind me and coast. They do this all the time: I bet each driver thinks he's incredibly tricky and inventive -- but it's like fighting someone who is seriously drunk. They telegraph their moves. So, sure enough, he gets up right beside me and then STOMPS on the throttle so the engine lets out with a blistering roar, and the big exhaust pipes belch out enormous clouds of black smoke. As I said, they do this all the time. Just, usually, not when there's a cop car sitting at the next intersection. Before the truck was completely past me, the cop's lights were on -- coz I was doing 5 over the speed limit as it was.
I waved when I passed him, one of those twinkly little pursed-lip, wiggly-finger waves. But inside I was laughing like a maniac.