In the Late 70's I built a V8 Chevy Monza Spider (souped up Vega) That I had modified to the limit of "Streetable". I drove this car to New Orleans in 1980 with dreams of getting work in the oil fields (I got work but (let me tell you) it was no dream!). A year later my father got very sick and I was told He wouldn't last the week and to come home. I packed up and hit the road back to Miami. Let me set the scene - 1 am, Northern Fl., southbound on the I-75, mile markers going past every 27 seconds, Driving lights on. I crested a roll in the road and see a set of tail lights in the distance. I don't slow down. Up and over the next roll AND I"M RIGHT ON TOP of him!! And it's a FLORIDA STATE TROOPER!! Hard on the binders! OH SH*#! He never saw me coming. To him it was a quiet night and an empty road and suddenly there's this roaring beast behind him with lights giving him a sun burn! I saw him suddenly weave in shock. After slowing, and shutting off the Ciebes, I turn on my turn signal and pull HIM over! He walks over and asked "Why did you pull me over?" "To save you the trouble of pulling me over" I replied. "You must have been going pretty fast to come out of nowhere like that" he said. I answered, "Yep", "It was a fair clip", "I gotta get home to Miami, My dad's in the Hospital". Much to my surprise, he says, "Well, It's kind of foggy" "Slow it down a bit and be carefull". "Good Night". "Good Night to you to Trooper" My respect for Fl. State Troopers was high before that meeting. It was even higher after.