Coming home from the landing this ayem, I can't say I was doing the "recommended" speed limit of 65mph. I was cruising home between 75 and 80 mph, depending on location of trucks I wished to avoid. Suddenly, I pick up a green and black sportbike in my peripheral vision...turned to look, rider nods at me. Dude must be going 90, the way he's shrinking away from me! Suddenly I see a CHP come zooming onto the freeway out of nowhere, or an onramp up ahead. He's flying, zooms across three lanes to plant himself right behind the sportbike. Eek! sez I. Glad I'm doing the speed limit! Then I look down...oh, wait. I'm NOT doing the speed limit, but I'm not doing it as much as the sportbike wasn't doing it. The two bikes disappear into the future with the Beemer locked onto the Suzuki, no lights or siren, but a definate shadow. Coming around the curve to my offramp, I see them both parked on the median. Heh, sez I, cracking the throttle with silent thanks to the 'zuki for running interferance as cop bait. There's almost always someone going an absurd speed, which allows the rest of us to fudge a bit. Hell, if you actually went the speed limit on I-5, some idiot would run up your tailpipe. Speeding...it's self defense, officer! barbz