This is pretty strange, but bear with me.
Coming home from the local sports bar after the Phillies beat the Braves, I roll up on a very sweet yellow WRX. I've always had a a thing for the yellow Subies.
Anyway, as I come up, I see that there is a motorcycle cop on the WRX's rear-end. I followed discretely back for about a mile and see the officer turned off.
I come up on the Subie, and at 25mph, cruising, say "Wow, you just lucked out!"
"Yeah", she says.
Not only is it a nice WRX, but also a hawt chick driving.
So, we do a couple blurps. You all know. A couple hits of the pedal. Nothing dangerous, just a little jump of both our cars in a 2nd gear lurch.
So I get up ahead and then she passes me.
Next thing I know, my Valentine 1 is silent, but a police cruiser comes flying past me with lights blazing...
I never feared, because:1) I wasn't speeding, and 2) I knew he had no radar running to make a claim...
But! As the cop passed by me, he turned off in the direction of my new WRX bud.
I didn't see it in total.
I'd like to think that the car in front of me pulled over was not our comrade.
I'd feel real bad if I contributed to a fellow WRX'er getting a ticket. Especially on such a BS speed exhibition..