While driving he was swinging his eyes from one side of the highway to the next, his eyes moving in a broad arch from one mirror to the next, giving himself a detailed view of all around him, making assumptions on how the trafic flow would change as he moved through it. With the speed he was going it took over two miles for the bike to even be in the rear view mirror, the lights blinking tell him exactly what was about to happen.<br/><br/>But he wasn't convinced they were after him, so he kept on another mile, until the bike finally eased the distance and was close enough that when the bike kept place with him. Sighing heavily, as he now had to deal with some cop that didn't realize he could go forty miles an hour faster and still move through this sort of trafic before he would even begin to get worried about endagering himself or others. Hard to convey that over the roar of his engine though.<br/><br/>So he resigned himsel to getting off the highway, but he wasn't about to park on the side of the road, that would just be reckless. Instead he put on his blinker and stuck his left hand out the window, waving to the officer on his bumper, and eased his car up an exit ramp while losing only ten miles an hour, the sports car hugging the curve easily. The bike would be able to follow along easily, but it would be hair raising, the turn was sharp enough to make people nervous in a car, let alone on a bike that he doubted had been pushed that hard before.<br/><br/>Letting off the gas he let the car simply coast over the end of the curve, and took the right turn on a red light, no trafic endangering him as he moved his viper up the curb and finally applied the breaks lightly to pull to a stop. The shoulder was mostly tar, with an easy dirt a foot to the right side of the passanger door, but he expected the officer would approach from his side. That was assuming the bike managed to take the corner, if it took too long he would grow bored and simply hop back on the highway.<br/><br/>For the moment he leaned back and rested his left arm over the rolled down window, sunglasses hiding his eyes, lookingly perfectly relaxed while he waited to find out if he had to deal with a cop wanting to hand him a ticket. He thought it owuld be interesting, and couldn't imagine what kind of hilarity would ensue if he were to bring the ticket to court and have their eyes bug out when they realized his background. Of course it would also mess with his reputation in the bussiness, but he never much cared about that anyhow.