Too many to count over the years…(I did drive every day one and a half or more hours one way to work everyday and back.) anyway like I said way to many. But the one I didn’t get but deserved was …I was on the way to work and running late, like always. So, I stepped it, now I was in a 1971 Nova and she would go. (could top 120-not like I ever did, wink wink.) I was heading south going about 66 and after clearing a curve I pushed down on the accelerator and was above 80 when I looked up ahead and saw a police car coming towards me. just as I saw them there was a little hill, as we crested the hill, myself going south and him going north. I saw his break light come on. Then because of the hill he went out of sight. I thought to myself I got a ticket coming, might as well stop and get it over with. I hit the breaks and pulled over to the side of the road and began to get my wallet out and insurance papers ready. The police car came sailing over the hill, fast and sped right on by. I watched for a minute, he never slowed down or turned around. I put my papers away and shifted into gear and headier off to work.