18 yrs old driving my '66 Mustang coupe. The old I-10 entrance ramps in Phx were very short and very steep, I nail it hard and pop up to freeway level going 75 or so....only to come up alongside and then pass a motorcycle cop (sigh). He passes me, pulls over and waves at me to pull in behind him. He's walking back, not looking happy, and just before he gets to me turns and runs back to the bike. After a few seconds on the mic he comes back and says, "If I didn't just get a call I'd be giving you the biggest damn ticket you ever saw!" Then he runs back to the bike and tears off.
I drove a different way to work for weeks.
