Update: It has been brought to my attention that Porsche does not make a convertible Cayman S. Upon further review, the Porsche in question was a 911 Carrera S Cabriolet. My mistake. 

I was driving down the Dulles Toll Road on Sunday, when I noticed a black, convertible Porsche Cayman Carrera S coming up behind me. I estimate that I was doing around 70 miles per hour, and he was going at least 10 miles an hour faster than me.

Sometimes, when I’m alone in my car, I speed up so that people like that can’t pass me. Usually, I speed up when it is a car that has no business passing me: a minivan, a rusted out Toyota Corolla, etc. But, I knew my measly little Honda couldn’t compete with a Porsche, so I let him go by (like I had a choice).

The driver was a white male, in his mid-to-late 30s. My guess is that he was either a business owner or executive. I suppose he could have been a doctor or lawyer, too. Now, he annoyed me for a couple of reasons – cough, cough jealousy, better car, more money cough, cough – but the main one was that he was speeding in the right lane.*

*  Not that I condone speeding, but if you’re going to speed, never speed in the right-most lane or the left-most lane because those are the two cops can clearly see.
 
I prefer speeders stay to the left. That way I don’t have to worry about people making erratic moves all around me. I only have to worry about my left, which is much easier to see.

Anyway, Cayman Carrera was pulling away from me. I think he was about 50 yards ahead when his brake lights came on. There was a Fairfax County cop in the shoulder. My stomach sunk when I saw him. I knew I was speeding, but I was not sure he was coming after me.
 
I was doing about 70, which put me 15 miles over the speed limit, but I just took my foot off the gas. I didn’t (and never) slam on the brakes, like Cayman Carerra did.

By the time I reached the cop, he was making his way to his door. He was standing behind his car with the radar gun, when he saw Cayman Carrera, I presume. But he was casually walking to the cruiser door when I passed him so I assumed that he was going to pull over someone behind Cayman Carrera and me. I don’t know why, but I always think of the cops in movies when I think of them going after speeders. You know, running to the car, spilling their coffee, dropping their doughnuts.
 
I saw the cop coming, but was fairly confident he wasn’t after me. Nadia, of course, was pointing out that I was speeding and that he could be coming after me. I wasn’t worried – perhaps because I was too busy trying to convince myself that he wasn’t coming after me. I drive a dirty Honda Civic that – despite Nadia’s contention that it is sporty – doesn’t really draw too much attention because it is blue and, well, a Honda. I don’t have rims or a body kit, or anything else that draws attention to it.

But, last time I displayed this type of cockiness about my car not being the type to get pulled over to Nadia, I got pulled over. So, I didn’t want to start talking trash.

At this point, I was a half car length behind Cayman Carrera, to his left. The cop was about 10 car lengths behind me, one lane to my right (Cayman’s Carrera’s lane). Because he didn’t get behind me at this point, I knew I was in the clear. When he got about one car length back, he turned on the lights. I can’t remember if he turned on the sirens, but I think he did. I looked over to make sure he wasn’t signaling me, and sure enough, he had Cayman Carrera dead in his sights.
 
As he pulled over Cayman Carrera, I wondered whether or not I would have been pulled over had Cayman Carrera not been there, or if my car was nicer than a Porsche. My Honda is inconspicuous enough that I should be able to avoid most speeding tickets while on the highway. But, I don’t want to get overly confident only to be hit with a speeding ticket.

Anyhow, I’m glad that rich d-bag was there to ensure I didn’t get a ticket.