1970 Roadrunner - again

I was literally moving like the proverbial 'bat out of h*ll'. It was bad enough that I had made a lot of noise and that the cops had come after me. But they had already shown me that they would pull me over and write me tickets whether or not I was doing anything wrong. What would they do to me for this? I knew I was in deep. I cursed myself for my stupidity but I kept going.