Many years back I narrowly dodged a big speeding (amongst others) ticket on I-95 just north of Titusville late one night. I was way behind schedule trying to get a pickup, gooseneck trailer with 2 small pickups on top to Port Everglades in time to make a ferry leaving for the Bahamas.
Murphy's Law, there's only a handful of cars on the road and nobody anywhere me except I realize there's a single car right on my rear bumper. After a long time there all of a sudden there's blue lights.
I play it cool for second trying to think of my options, maybe it's not me he wants.
Nope, searchlight in my drivers side mirror, it's me.
Up to the window comes one of the Troopers finest, an older fella too. He asks me why I didn't stop for the "Po-leese"?
With as straight a face as I could muster I apologized "I'm sorry officer, I'm from Canada." He replies "I see that you got Ontario tags on your truck. But why didn't you stop? Don't you have to stop for the po-leese in Canada?"
Wait for it.
"Oh yes officer, absolutely, but you see in Canada the police have red lights. The only thing we have with blue lights are snowplows, and well, it's 78º and a clear starry night. I was just so confused about why there would be a snowplow
out here it took me a minute to figure it all out."
When he stopped laughing he told me to keep the speed down and watch out for other snowplows and walked back to his cruiser.
I skated on it!!!