OK, so I didn’t so much fight the law as I evaded it. Sunday evening I was driving the family home to Maryland from a weekend with the in-laws in eastern Tennessee. It’s about 7:30, and traffic is fairly light. I’m heading north-east on I-81 approaching Roanoke. I’m comfortably settled in the left-hand lane doing a civilized 85 miles per hour. Coming around a gentle curve I don’t see the blue and silver state troopers’ car parked in a shallow depression in the median until his lighbar comes on and he starts to pull into traffic behind me.
Now I can’t swear he was actually after me, and not someone else. But discretion IS the better part of valor, and I’m in no mood for an expensive ticket. Fortunately, there was an exit just a few hundred yards ahead, and one with a nice curve to it, taking it out of sight. I goosed it hard, ducked in between two semis traveling in the right-hand lane, and took the exit ramp. A quick right at the cross street, followed by two random lefts, and my eagle-eyed wife spots a school. I pulled into the lot behind the school building, and decided this would be a good time to let the kids get out and play for a few minutes.
After about ten minutes, we piled back in the car, got back on the Interstate and continued on our merry way. But I did keep it mostly under 80 the rest of the way.