But it was the most horrifying few days in the saddle I’d ever had. First was the overwhelming self-consciousness. Apparently I’m not cut out to be a cop because I got really, really tired of being eyeballed. Worse was the way everyone around me drove. Fully aware that I had no license to speed—in fact, I felt far more aware of that than ever—I tried to keep the pace reasonable. Then everyone would crowd around me or hang just behind. After a few minutes on the highway, I noted a big gap in traffic just ahead. I’d look around for the real enforcement, haul ass for a little bit, and then watch the cycle repeat. Even worse, I had more than a few careless drivers come up behind really quickly, realize what I was (or could be) too late, and jam on the brakes. One nitwit in a Nissan Altima almost took me out while he gathered it up. Drivers didn’t get out of my way; they slowed down right in front of me. Arrggh, no!