Well, my car was still new. I was still having fun finding out what it could do without pushing it to the limit...at least just yet. I decide to have some fun accelerating through a long sweeping on-ramp to the highway. As I change lanes onto the roadway, I'm pushing 70 mph. Wow! sweet feeling! In my rear view mirror is a pack of cars, but about an 1/8 mile back. Fun time is over, and I back it down to about 55 and lock on the cruise. Two miles down the road, Smokey is waiting on an on-ramp for a victim. Here I come, bright red sporty car well ahead of a pack, BUT doing about the speed limit. I guess my speed was hard to read. Otherwise, I could almost do nothing more to say 'Look at me!!' Smokey pulls up behind me without me seeing him. At some point, I do see him back there. He is close enough to read the numbers on my license plate registration sticker!!! After a few miles, he pulls off and leaves the highway. De-nied Mr. Trooper!! Try nailing someone else less careful with their fast car!