Back when I was 20 and stupid I was HAULING ASS in a buddy's Chevelle SS in the two way left turn lane in the middle of a five lane road to get by traffic. I have no idea how fast I was going but I was going about as fast as a punched 454 would let me. I saw a Seattle PD car several blocks ahead in the right lane and hoped that he hadn't seen me in his mirrors. I slowed down immediately and took the next right, then a left, parked it and waited about five minutes. When I got back on the main road and went a few blocks, sure enough, he was off on a side road waiting for me. He pulled in behind me and lit me up. My two buddies and I were headed back to the dorm from the head shop where we'd just pitched in together to buy a ginormous 3 foot bong. It was in the passenger compartment and way too big to hide from the LEO if he came up to the window so I got out and met him between our cars. I don't think he knew how fast I'd actually been going earlier because he didn't seem extremely upset with me. While I started giving him a line of bullshit about it not being my car, blah, blah, blah he got a call over the radio, handed me my license, told me to slow down and took off to respond to whatever it was. Phew!