Shot by a radar gun, that is ...
This morning ... I turned off the 105 onto the road that leads one past the funeral home, past the community spring, and through the village. The speed limit on this road is 50k/hr. I was likely traveling about 52 k. as I approached the man in black holding a gun pointed directly at me. I slowed to 50k just as he signaled me and the driver following me to pull over. I drove onto the siding at the spring as did the other guy. The police officer parked his vehicle behind us.
I was thinking, "What the hell did I do?", but assuming (as I always do) that I must be in the wrong. After all I'd been pulled over. And I had been going a couple of kilometres too fast.
I turned off my engine and rolled down my window. My heart was beating a whole lot faster than it usually is, and I was flushed — a sure sign that my blood pressure had jumped.
The officer came to my window and greeted me. I said hi and waited. His response was a smile, and the words, "You can go. It wasn't you."
I stopped at the post office to calm down and mail a letter. The post mistress laughed when I told her what had happened. But my heart didn't resume its normal rhythms till about two hours after I had put away my groceries.