The "Red makes it look like you're going faasssster" Story

It was an ordinary day. We were out for a ride in the Vette. Didn't have the top off because it is a little cool today, but not that cold that we can't have the windows open to feel the wind in our hair, ..... or at least Carol's hair. Decided to head toward Millersville where Millersville University is located. Haven't been there for a while so we'll see if anything has changed. Millersville is a very small town which has the University as the center of the town. But, today we also plan to visit Funk's Farm Market. They have some of the best pastries. Their cinnamon rolls with huge amounts of vanilla cream frosting on top with raisins on top of that are great. Can make a meal of one of those. We stop and visit Funks and put our purchases in the back of the Vette and head south towards the Susquehanna River. Take a nice tour of the country side and stop at Safe Harbor Dam for a walk to the far end of the dam. Check out the fishermen and their catch and head back towards the car. Time to head back and we decide to take the same scenic route home that we just traveled. As we approach Millersville from the south we get in a line of traffic which is about 4 or 5 cars long. Everyone going the 35-40 MPH. Speed limit in the area is 35, or so I thought. Ahead about 2 miles is Funks and we are still traveling in the same line of traffic. We pass a property which houses a body shop and car repair and notice a police cruiser sitting in the driveway. As we continue he pulls in line behind me and after following the line of traffic for a mile he puts on his flashing lights. The line of cars all see him and we start to pull to the right as far as we can. He starts past me and then ....... looking over at me, motions me to pull over. Geeze, what did I do? I wait as he sits in his cruiser, admiring the back of my vette. Then he opens his door and comes up beside my window. I greet him and he tells me he timed me at 41 MPH. I responded that I was just following everyone else and I guess we were all going the same speed. He then assured me that I was the one going the 41 MPH and the speed limit is 25 MPH. "Where is the sign that says 25?" I asked him. Now I'm starting to get annoyed. He said I must have missed it. Carol taps me on the leg and tells me to keep my mouth shut at this point. Which I do! He then walks back to sit in his cruiser and write a ticket while the smoke is coming out my ears. I then have a pretty neat idea. I ask Carol if she thinks he could catch us if I take off. She only stares at me! Then I say, "How about taking the camera we brought along and when he comes back with the ticket, get out and take a photo of him next to the car giving me the ticket." Great for the scrapbook. She still only stares at me. Oh, well! I do check to see if there is a 25 MPH sign and there is. I then think maybe I should protest the ticket because he was singling me out because I was driving a Corvette. I eventually got over it and paid the ticket. Was telling my friend Wayne, who is a MT policeman, about the experience and he said, "Millersville cops are famous for doing that, and besides, I told you when you bought that red car that everyone will be out to get you!!" It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy. PS - top photo shows me driving way fassssster than 41MPH and bottom is what the cop saw when he stopped us. Pretty neat view, huh.