I learned to drive in the southern suburbs of Chicago in mom's 1966 Olds Delta 88 (unmarked cop-car version, 425 CI V8).
The FIRST time I was allowed to take the car myself I, naturally, got chased by the cops. I, perhaps unnaturally, got away unscathed.
And so begin my personal driving career. Since then my license has been suspended/revoked/cancelled for a total of over 17 years combined.
It's fair to say I've developed an extremely high-level spidey sense about where to pick my battles. It's also fair to say I drive in a sparsely populated-by-cops region.
And it's fair to suggest I am also one lucky SOB.
WHEN I finally get popped it will most certainly be for something like a 110 in a 65, or more likely a 90 in a 35 on a dirt road....

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