Thank you, Mr. Police Man, for nearly colliding with me on the freeway.

So there I was, cruising down the freeway on my way home tonight.

Heck, unlike some, I wasn't even speeding. Not that I could. My naturally aspirated diesel pickup certainly has a tough enough time maintaining 60 on flat ground (it was designed when freeway limits were 55, period). As always, especially with this being at night, I was keeping a good distance from others on the roadway and generally minding my own business.