1970 Roadrunner - again
I kept going. The lights behind were barely within sight. As I approached the turn off for the town of Staplehurst I saw headlights coming towards me from the North. I wasn't sure. But at this time of night it wasn't a good sign. There was a good chance that it was a state patrolman. I had been struggling with what to do for several miles. Now I was faced with the possibility of the car ahead being driven by a local state patrolman that had a reputation as being 'far from clean'.
I won't mention his name, but amongst the area car enthusiasts he had become infamous. He was known to brag about some of his exploits at one of the garages that serviced his patrol car. - Often talking about egging people on to try to get them to try outrunning him. - And making it clear that he thought hotrodders were scum.
