I was headed North on I-85 from Charlotte about midnight. One of my passengers stated that any speed in excess of 80mph in the state of North Carolina was an automatic driver-license suspension.
“You put a lot of faith in that little box on your windshield, don’t you” he said.
About a mile ahead, a car topped a hill and V1 gave a two-light warning. I told him that radar was waiting for us just beyond the crest. I throttled back a bit and when we eased over the hilltop all hell broke loose in that little box, a solid blare on the audio, the full eight LEDs glowing on the strength meter.
My passenger’s jaw dropped to his knees. Smokey was in a black Camaro. No chrome. The full dark-out. We didn’t spot him right away.
About five miles up the road, same story, second verse. My guy was sold and we made a quick time home.