Other cars on the freeway were going about 60-65 mph! I was passing these cars which were travelling 60 to 65. I watched as the Cop took the distribution lane, which runs along side the freeway, same black-top surface and is separated by a 4 foot tall concrete barricade, but you can still see cars on the distribution lane and they can see you. The freeway has this distribution lane running for about 1 to 1.5 miles, after which, the lane merges back with the freeway.

The cop was travelling at about 65 miles an hour, maybe slower. I was on the main freeway, he was in the distribution lane. As I passed him (and knowing full well that the lane merges back to the freeway ahead) I looked over. He was staring at me, and I had a feeling of doom come over me. I saw from my peripheral vision that he was speeding up, and I looked over at his car again...he was still looking at me, but now his car was going the speed limit. I kept looking at my speedometer, and knew that I would get pulled over, but was confident it was not because of my speed. As the distribition lane merged back to the freeway, of course so did the cop. This whole time, I was in the right lane, but as the freeway merged, I went to pass a truck (he was going about 60, I was going 70.) As I was just passing the truck's tractor, I saw the cop pop out of just behind the trailor of the semi with his lights on (he may have thought he was being cunning.)

The first thing he said to me after getting my license was 'When you pass a Police Officer, you get a ticket!' (!!!)

I waited for him to come back with a ticket for 'Passing a police officer' or some such nonsensical local ordinance, but he gave me a ticket for going 75 in a 70! I said nothing, but as he walked away, I bid him a good day.

He walked back up to my vehicle and asked me what I said.

'Have a nice day!' I replied.

'Ok,' he responded.

'Why did you write me a 75 in a 70?' I asked him.

'If you read the ticket, it says "Radar Verified" you were clocked on my radar going 76. You pass a police officer, you get a ticket. I write these all day long.'

What I do no understand is this...

1. I was driving next to him, I was on the freeway, he was in the distribution lane.
2. We both knew that the other was there as we drove next to each other with a 4 foot barricade separating us for about a mile to a mile and a half.
3. I know I was going 70 miles an hour, and not speeding (I am not an idiot, I am not going to give a cop a reason to pull me over, especially if I know he is there.)

Final Analysis: He was pissed off that I passed him, so he came up with a story of speeding!