This one takes the cake.

I got off from work and hit the road for home. I get on the four-lane, buzz up 20 miles, jump off and buy a 500GB drive for my sons' laptop. Hop back on the four-lane, double back a little bit, and continue toward home.

On the way, a fart-can equipped, fiber-winged Honda picked me up, shadowed me and then tried to bait me into a traffic weaving pattern. Not interested. Needle d|cks...

I continue on my way and an SUV is coming up fairly fast given that I'm running a little over the speed limit, but still under my usual 10% margin I try to observe.

The road is hilly and I'm coming to some slow moving trailer-truck traffic so I downshift to 5th, signal, wind it up and squirt past the trailers and nudge into the three digit zone for a few seconds. I lift and let it bleed off and here comes this SUV again, so I maintain a bit but notice it seems to be pacing me. No alert from the Radar Detector but it didn't "feel" right so I dribbled down to my usual speed zone.

The SUV goes past and it's a State Trooper. Doesn't even pull even and pace me - just goes right past like nothing happened and disappears into the night.

The question is, how the he|| did I get a pass? He had me dead to rights doing sinful digits. This is one of those "Why not?" type things. Why didn't he slam me up against the wall, take away my license, car and all?

Some things never make sense but I am grateful...