Pull-over speedy gonzales

Tell u what, i felt as if i was in one of those movies that is filled with high-speed car chase scenes, on the highway, enjoying some music, I always got a stack of CD's of my fave stuff back in the trunk, right then I glanced a couple of rollers in the rear view mirror, blinking red n blue, high-way patrol? could be, not for me, definitely, so I slowed down a bit, and pulled it to the right, still it got closer, changing lanes with me, now I could smell something Extra-ordinary. So over I pull, out of the car, and here we go, the guy, a police something, tells me I am doing fast, 170, godddddddddddddddddd, how could I?? the speedo never went up past 140, so they got to be wrong, absolutely, I can never be wrong though didnt bother to discuss it, alright, 170 it is, so what's the problem? I might want to die in a fast moving casket, my own choice, I don't get it. It's the silliest thing people say, don't go fast! build fast cars, build highways, and nobody's gonna punish the potato-head who appears out of no where in the middle of the high-way, sure someone gonna punish the poor chap the hard way. Anyways, it is cool to get this impression that out there, there are some guys who get paid to be worry about my getting home safe n sound, thats such a comfort, and cooooooool, they pull u over, and hand u a ticket, and say to u drive safe, that part really pisses me off!!!!