Took some time this morning to give the Highlander's interior a good scrub.
Then took the Miata out for a blast, and was heading towards one of the cops' favourite honey-holes, a construction zone where the limit drops from 100 to 70. Just as I hit the 70 sign, I slow right down to 70 even. Invariably, there is a doofus in a rig-rocket riding my bumper, he gives me the bird, swerves into the left lane, and goes blasting past. BAM, pulled over.
I go around, and repeat. After eight or nine trucks suckered into a serious ticket (2x in construction zones) I head north to some twisty two laners for some spirited driving before heading home.