Rage Rover

This story reminded me of an incident I witnessed on the Pennsylvania Turnpike several years ago. This happened right about the time that Ford discontinued their legendary Crown Victoria, and police departments around the country were replacing their fleets of Crown Vics with other models.

So there I was, cruising along the Turnpike. This particular stretch of highway was six lanes, three eastbound, three westbound. I was heading westbound in the right lane, cruising a little over the speed limit (nobody drives the limit on the turnpike) when I was overtaken by a Dodge Charger in the left lane. Charger wasn’t going too much faster than me, so it took him a minute or two to get maybe three car lengths ahead of me.

Then a black Range Rover came screaming up in the left lane at WAY over the speed limit, much faster than the Charger was going. It slammed on the brakes, parked itself maybe a foot behind the Charger’s rear bumper, then laid on the horn. Before the Charger could move over, the Range Rover slid over into the middle lane (without signaling), darted past the Charger, cut the Charger off as it came back into the right lane (again without signaling), then brake-checked the Charger.

Seconds later, blue lights began flashing behind the Charger’s rear (and I assume front) windshield, its taillights began blinking, and that unmistakable wail of a police siren began echoing off the highway’s concrete sound deflectors. And I started laughing so hard my sides hurt.

Range Rover had just road-raged at a cop.

The Range Rover immediately put its blinker on and slowly pulled over to the right shoulder.

I, of course, drove on, but I like to imagine that the cop walked up to the Range Rover with the biggest s***-eating grin on their face and told the driver, all polite-like, “I’m not even gonna ask if you know why I’ve stopped you.”