While cruising through the town of Huntley, Illinois, early into my trip, I saw a cop getting ready to turn onto Il-47 going south. He got in behind me, one of the worst feelings you can get when driving. I wasn't sure if I had been speeding as I wasn't really watching the speedometer at the time, but sure did when I saw him. I was sure happy I hadn't had a drink or two. But even then, a cop behind you is never good.
A short time later, he passed me in the left lane. I breathed a sigh of relief.
About a mile down the road, he pulled off...even better news. Then another half mile down the road and he's back behind me again. Not a good thing.
He continued following me past the tollway and mighty close to my bumper. Now what? Then, the lights came on. I pulled over and, thank goodness, he pulled around me and pulled the guy over in front of me.
Breathing a Big Sigh of Relief, I Continued, But Kept an Eye on the Speed. --RoadDog
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