Don't know if this fits, but about 45 years ago, I was cruising up I-35 at the lead of a pack doing about 85 between Round Rock and Georgetown. Speed limit was 70. Top a hill and see DPS running radar on the side of the road. He pops his lights as soon as he sees me, but has to wait to pull out until the rest of the pack passes. I panic, then see an exit and a gas station. Take the exit, pull into the station and park at the pumps on the back side and start gassing up. See him fly by going about 90. Finish getting gas, go inside, get a drink, use the bathroom, go back out, and slowly pull back onto the interstate. About a mile down the road, I passed him, and he had a car just like mine pulled over, and was giving that driver hell.