So I’m on the 405 freeway, between San Diego and LA, cruising at a steady 80 (allegedly), when a police cruiser comes out of nowhere and sits on my tail, about 4 feet behind me.
I decide there’s no point in slowing down at this point, so I start to rehearse my lines about the car being built by a bunch of drunken old gits in brown raincoats in Norwich (no offense intended) and the speedo being probably really inaccurate (or “adrift” for those lovers of British service department vernacular).
Anyway, still doing 80 (allegedly), he pulls up alongside me on the left, back behind me, up on my right, back up behind me, and finally back up alongside me on the left.\
“Doomed”, I believe is the word of choice on this forum.
Then he gets on his loudspeaker, says “That’s a fine looking vehicle”, and accelerates away into the distance.