I was headed to Santa Fe one morning, not paying attention to my speed. Limit at that time was 65.
A state cop tops the hill going the opposite way, and I realize I'm going WAY too fast, and getting a ticket.
I pull over, look in the truck mirror, and see the cop cross the median (somewhat of a rough ride as he was in a hurry).
He romps on the car, and my thought was "He's gonna pass me!"
He sees me, slams on the brakes, and manages to stop before hitting me.
He comes up to the window, and I already have DL, insurance, everything out.
After checking me out on the radio, he comes up to the window and says "Do you know how fast you were going?"
"I don't, when I looked, the needle was going south from 75, or so."
He said "I clocked you at 78." then looked at his ticket book.
I asked, "Just for reference, I thought you were gonna pass me - was I supposed to chase you down for my ticket, or wait for you to come back?
I earned it, fair and square!"
He laughed, said "You saw that, huh? I guess just wait - that's never happened before." Then gave me a written warning.
He later moved to Raton, and was a neighbor to my folks. We laughed about that incident a couple of times, many years later.
