About 20 years ago Wifey and I were heading to a family function in NH. I had a 2001 740iL at the time. We were heading up along the Molly Stark Trail from upstate NY into VT. We had stopped in NY for lunch and as we headed out of that small town, we came upon some nutcase woman in a Plymouth Valiant crawling along at 10-15 below the already low speed limit. Then she started giving me brake jobs. Like she saw a BMW behind her and decided to screw with me. This went on for miles as the road was twisty and there was no decent place to pass. Finally, as we headed into the hills, the road opened to two lanes so people could pass trucks. I blew past her, but she sped up as well and started tailgating me and blowing her horn. We were coming to a long right curve in the road and my Escort beeped briefly, so I stayed on the inside lane and slowed down a bit. She blew by on my left going around that corner at a good 20 over while giving me the finger and laughing at me. Then the trooper came around the corner going the other way and my Escort went to full song. He had her dead to rights. He swung a U-turn and quickly passed me and disappeared around another corner. As I rounded the corner I saw him on the side with her car in front of him. I just waved to her on the way by and off we went. Sweet justice.
