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This morning I left the motorway and whilst negotiating the (empty) traffic island I came up behind a dark BMW X5
As we exited the island onto the dual carriageway he remained in the outside lane.
I followed him round the sweeping bend and by the time the road began to straighten we were both doing c70mph.
Because he hadn't moved over (there were no other cars) and because it was a lovely clear road I had engaged hyperdrive (3rd gear, foot ready to mash) and moved close enough to him to declare my intention.
Suddenly, two blue lights appeared in his upper rear windscreen, each flashing just two or three times before disappearing again.
I moved over to the inside lane and dropped back to 65mph and he carried on down the carriageway, just that bit faster than me until the traffic island a few miles further on, where he took a different exit to me.
As I moved over I actually found myself putting my hand up to him, as an acknowledgement.
My interpretation was that he knew what I was about to do and decided to let me know he was a traffic officer.
Interestingly, I carried on the GTG at a more leisurely pace, feeling I'd been given a sensible warning, which I ought to heed.
Thank you, Mr Policeman - very constructive .
As we exited the island onto the dual carriageway he remained in the outside lane.
I followed him round the sweeping bend and by the time the road began to straighten we were both doing c70mph.
Because he hadn't moved over (there were no other cars) and because it was a lovely clear road I had engaged hyperdrive (3rd gear, foot ready to mash) and moved close enough to him to declare my intention.
Suddenly, two blue lights appeared in his upper rear windscreen, each flashing just two or three times before disappearing again.
I moved over to the inside lane and dropped back to 65mph and he carried on down the carriageway, just that bit faster than me until the traffic island a few miles further on, where he took a different exit to me.
As I moved over I actually found myself putting my hand up to him, as an acknowledgement.
My interpretation was that he knew what I was about to do and decided to let me know he was a traffic officer.
Interestingly, I carried on the GTG at a more leisurely pace, feeling I'd been given a sensible warning, which I ought to heed.
Thank you, Mr Policeman - very constructive .