He comes up to my window and says he clocked me at 67 in a 55. I politely inform him that was impossible; I knew he was back there and wasn't over 60. He proceeds to be a complete ass, trying to say I'm arguing with him and that his buddy clocked me, too, blah, blah, blah. But after he saw my V1, he knew that I knew that he was lying his ass off. Moreover, I had four witnesses in my car who knew I wasn't speeding. (Remember, V1 didn't go off when I passed his buddy, so I knew he hadn't clocked me either.)
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