Poetic justice

Coming back from swim class, I go through the tunnel and then onto a land bridge. There's a guy right on my tail, but I slow waaaaaay down, getting my speed to under 35. He keeps creeping up. Finally, he flies past me, glaring.

And instantly gets pulled over by the Alameda Police for speeding, in the same speed trap where I got nailed just a few months ago.

I can't help laughing my ass off and giving a thumbs-up to the police officer.