The almost oops

Everyone close to me knows that I have a heavy foot.  Boy does the V8 like to run in the cooler weather (mid to low 70°).  I was hustling back to work when I apparently blew by a county mounty.  Of course I did not even notice till he lit up the cherries.  Feeling special and completely arrogant during my curbside interrogation and perhaps a touch insane I allowed myself to respond as follows:
Honestly officer the problem is not with how fast I was going, but rather with how slow you were going.  Plus I am really just trying to get the sad economy going by burning more gas. Well boys and girls I just knew I was about to have my cavities violated and spend some time in the gray bed and breakfast.  It was too late to turn back now....  His face started turning red and a slight tint of purple.  Then he just started laughing.  He said, "Slow it down boy and have a nice day."  He was probably thinking only on a full moon.

By the way the previous story is 80% fiction and the cuda is not mine.   I just felt it would go good with this post. I did blow by a county mounty but he ignored me.  I was allowing myself to ponder what I would do if he was in hot pursuit.  Roscoe reference...   Sorry!   Have a great day!