Years ago, just as I crested a hill on Highway 96 in Williamson County, I realized I was meeting one of Franklin’s finest. When I saw his brake lights in the rear view, it seemed wise to just pull over and wait.
Blue lights showed up quickly and parked behind me. The officer eventually walked up to my car and very politely started the drill, first asking if I knew I was speeding. “Oh, yes sir,” I reassured him with my brightest smile. “But I had just passed a truck pulling a trailer and it took a little extra speed to get around him safely.” “Well, ma’am” he hesitated briefly and then continued, “that’s a double yellow line back there.”
Sometimes on highways - as in life - the best response is to just say I’m sorry and shut up.