I can't drive 55! As I was making my way home from another blissful day at work I found myself to be exceeding the posted speed limit. Not that this is an unusual occurrence. Everyone in Atlanta speeds. Everyone. Even the cops. Especially the cops. I was working my way down I-75 southbound for McDonough, in the fast lane (the far left lane of the interstate for those of you who have not experienced this). In my rear view mirror I spot the unmistakable colors and lights of a highway patrol car. As is reflex in such a situation, I checked my speedometer. It read roughly 76 MPH. This is a 65 MPH piece of road. Not knowing what kind of mood the trooper was in, I was bracing myself to be pulled over and handed a ticket for speeding. But not so! The trooper did indeed flash his lights, but it was a gesture for me to get out of his way, not a summons to pull to the side of the road and hand him license and registration. Due to the fact that there was a long line of traffic to my right and concrete barrier to my left, my only course of action was to speed up to get out of the troopers way. At the end of the experience, I was traveling at slightly over 85 MPH, more than 20 miles an hour over the posted limit. The trooper sped up, passed me, and was gone in the blink of an eye. No lights flashing, no sirens blaring, no impending tragedy on the forefront. What makes this OK? Cause you damn sure know that if the situation were reversed, and I flashed the trooper to get out of my way, it would have ended in a ticket at minimum, and a license suspension at maximum.
I think that this case falls under "abuse of power".  ¶ 2:00 PM