Once, I was driving backt to Midland Odessa from Carlsbad NM at about 95 MPH, when out of nowhere, an dark green Mustang 5.0 flew up behind me, changed lanes and cruised past. I nearly shat me drawers when I read the State Trooper sign on the white door, but the guy didn't even look at me. Moral of the story? In the middle of nowhere, nobody cares how fast you go
