Sam making up phone conversations OR Five-O can't keep me down

Got a message from my brother the other day saying we haven't had a new post for like 5 months or so. It's 60 degrees in early march in Michigan so I figure there's no better reason to post a video and tell a story.

Video (above).

Story:

I am driving to a meeting from one building to another this morning and have to drive down the main thoroughfare to get there. It's one of those streets that doesn't have many stoplights and for all intensive (purposely wrote that) purposes is a freeway but they make the speed limit 55 because it's still technically a street and you can't have a street with a speed limit of 75 (now that I think of it I think it's a highway - Blue Star Highway in fact... in fact again I looked it up on Wikipedia (the Google of online encyclopedias) and strangely enough it says "Much of US 31 from the Indiana-Michigan state line and Ludington is built to freeway standards. Two notable exceptions are a short segment between Napier Ave and I-94 near Benton Harbor..." (sic the hyperlinks - those are the links from the article and I'm not removing them) which I think is the area I reference above.).

That being said - just because the speed limit is 55 it doesn't mean anyone goes 55 (I can't drive 55 - just like that song says). So I am heading south on an apparently unimproved portion of the Blue Star highway when I see a white Dodge Charger (sidenote trivia: when did police cars change from the Ford Interceptor? Trick question, apparently they are being phased out in 2011 so they have likely not transitioned in all locales) with lights on top which, to me, is a dead giveaway for a police car. The police car was heading north and as I mentioned I was heading south so he quickly makes a U-turn (across a double yellow - Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?) and I slam on the gas.

Sike.

I just pull over like a sweater. So then the guy asks me. "What's the hurry?" What kind of response are they looking for here? I tell him I'm late for a meeting because it's the most true thing I could think of given such short notice. My intent was to communicate that 1) yes, I was in a hurry and 2) I work for the company that keeps much of this town running. Is that an uppity, white-privilege thing to say. Might be - but all I have on my mind is the escalating cost of my Michigan no-fault insurance and how that might affect my ability to go out to lunch when I want to. So then he says "the speed limit is 55 you know". I say "ok" - I've been pulled over enough times to know not to say "I know" which is an admission of guilt something I am not going to do while there is still hope for a warning.

MB: "how fast was I going?"
Copper but not The Fox and the Hound version: "How fast do you think you were going"

nice try Copper...

MB: "I don't know I was just driving"
Copper but not The Fox and the Hound version: "You we're going 68"
Copper but not The Fox and the Hound version: "What's your driving record like?"

This is a tough one because have I been pulled over a lot? Yes. To be honest I've gotten out of a ton of tickets so my driving record is...

MB: "Pretty good"

At this point the standard routine, the officer sits in his car while I stew.

Copper but not The Fox and the Hound version: "You need to slow down and pay attention."

Exeunt Copper.

So I tell that story to ask this. Are Berrien County's Finest that savvy? Are they really asking those questions to see if I will admit to speeding because they may or may not have gotten a reading on the pitching gun thing? I mean this guy was driving the opposite way at what better be less than 55 miles an hour. Does his car alert him when someone passes him going over the speed limit?

The mystery remains unsolved.