constant speed of sixty-three miles an hour, two miles an hour less than the posted limit. It bumped the center line a couple times but didn’t cross it, and that could have been a function of trooperitis. Nobody could drive a quarter-mile without committing some kind of violation, least of all someone with a black-and-white staring at them in the rearview mirror.
Been there, done that! I’m a former LEO myself, and I hate it when bored-ass state troopers hover around on these “fishing” expeditions!
