About a week ago, my brother and I had to drive our mom's Plymouth minivan from Florence, AL to the Atlanta airport to pick up my parents. They would be fairly late on a plane coming from Russia. The trip passes through Moulton on the way. Coming out of Moulton is a spot where the right lane ends, merging into the left. All of this is going into an EXTREMELY long, wide curve with no vegetation, so all the curve is visible from all other points.
On the way out, I'm driving at 10 over the speed limit, already by the end of the white lines seperating the lanes. Out of nowhere, some little white 2-door (domestic of some sort, like an Olds or something) comes FLYING up, doing 85 mph (in 55 zone) easily. He goes on my right, forcing me partially from my lane into the lane for oncoming traffic while he veers around me partially on the shoulder. As he passes the "WORK ZONE: SPEEDING FINES DOUBLED" sign, he flips up the good ol' middle finger while I lay on the horn. My brother says to me, "Going like that, he's gonna get pulled in less than a mile."
I look up and see a Moulton police car coming the opposite way, then see his front end dive as he SLAMS the brakes, slides onto the shoulder, cuts the wheel and whips the back end of his car around. I'm amazed...the tire-smoking turnarounds were reserved for movies, I had thought. Traffic ahead prevents him from passing me, so I pull half on the shoulder to let him by. The police car flies by me, then I see the glorious blue and red lights turn on when he gets right behind the white car.
As we pass, I point and laugh and my brother smiles, waves and gives a huge thumb's up. Chock one up for the good guys. OWNED.
Oh, we suspect he got slapped with some serious stuff too, considering he was going a minimum of 30 mph over the speed limit where the fines were doubled, the cop SAW him passing on the shoulder and running me from my lane and it was early July 5, so sobriety tests came first in stops. Hahahaha, sucks to be him.