Pulled Over?
I had just gotten my day started.  After waking up to sunshine in Maryville, KS... a welcome change from the snow I woke up to in Denver the night before, I was happily on my way east bound on US-36.  I'd not been moving along very long, half hour to forty five minutes at best when I passed a full grown rolling west bound.  I was be-bopping along enjoying the mornings' glory when, as I scanned my mirrors, I saw the cop doing a flip-flop in the median behind me. I didn't really think too much of it at first.  I kept driving, 5 mph below the posted speed limit thanks to Trucky's governor, minding my own business.  I scanned my mirrors once again and saw that the cop was tailing me pretty close.  "Hmm... what's up with that?!" I thought to myself.  But kept driving, keeping it between the lines and shiny side up when all of a sudden the disco lights caught my attention in my side mirror. Damn. I signaled and pulled onto the shoulder, the officer following sui...