7 years ago I was on my way home at around 2 AM. This was back when I was using my '66 Mustang as a daily driver. A car comes up behind me very fast and with his brights on. I really didn't pay him much attention until he tunred off the main road behind me, and proceeded to follow me all the way to my house, with his brights on the whole way. I pulled in front of my house, the car pulled behind me. At 2 AM I figured one of my friends was playing a joke on me, or someone was about to try and take my $$/car/etc. I lit the tires up and hauled a$$ through my neighborhood, running stop signs, doing at least 20mph above the speed limit trying to lose the guy. If only I had my WRX back then, but old Mustangs suck as far as handling and the guy stayed pretty close behind me. I turned onto a street that's pretty straight and he came up beside me....WTF it was a cop car! I couldn't see the light bar on the top since he was blinding me with his brights. He never did turn off the blue lights, after he came up beside me he slowed down and turned off. I still get pissed off about that night.