Although this thread reminds me of the greatest thing I ever saw happen on the highway. From a thread 10 years ago:
Reminds me of my favorite karma story. So I'm headed up 65 to a conference in Chicago. There is a carload of "urban youts" that is having fun with motorists north of Lafayette. Pacing them in the left lane, forcing them to slow down for slower traffic, then slowing down when the other motorists gets behind them to pass.
They played this cat and mouse game several times with one motorist, then it was my turn. I'm pretty mellow so it was only slightly annoying. They finally got tired of me not getting angry, so as the passengers started laughing hysterically and motioning at me almost like they were flashing gang signs (they werent, but I think you get the picture of how amped they were). Suddenly the driver floored. it. Off he went at over 85, maybe 90 up and over the hill with the entire car yucking it up having a grand old time...
I crested the hill just in time to see "work zone, 45 MPH" with a state trooper 100 yards beyond the sign. He lit them up still at speed and pulled them over. I was about 50 yards behind the officer as he exited his car. I saw the trooper slam his door, aggressively adjust his hat downward and begin the march (with a SERIOUS purpose... Parris Island purpose) toward the car. From behind I could tell he was having NONE OF IT. If those poor kids didnt end up walking home after having every last orifice examined I'll be surprised. 85 in a 45 work zone is mighty steep penalty. I almost ran off the road giggling like a schoolgirl. It made my MONTH.