Reminds me of the time I got "Super Troopered" on a road trip to Ohio. I was headed up there to party for a weekend. I would always wait until I was passing the Corvette museum to roll one up and get settled in for the rest of the drive.
I burn the joint, and toss out the roach. Got a nice buzz going, radio is cranked and I'm just cruising
Next thing I know, a KY state trooper is coming up behind me at a high rate of speed, looks like he's gonna smash right into me
He gets a couple feet from my truck and slams on the brakes, backs off about 10 car lengths, then fucking accelerates again like he's gonna smash right into me. By now I'm freaking the fuck out. Gets right back on my ass, then he starts this side to side shit, swerving almost fully into the 2 lanes on each side of us very rapidly. Im about 3 seconds from a stroke when he slams on the brakes again, goes back about 10 car lengths, then smashes on it again and flies by me doing 80mph-100mph. He disappeared into the sunset and I checked to make sure I didn't fudge the undies. Only thing I can figure is he saw me rolling or smoking, and decided to have the time of his life. Ive gotta smoke a bowl right now, telling this story has got my heart rate up again