Way back when, me and a friend were driving through rural Wisconsin, coming back from a Grateful Dead concert. We were smoking a fat joint, totally hotboxing the car. We were in the left lane, going faster than everyone else when I look in the mirror and see this guy right on my ass. I look up a 2nd time and see its a cop with the lights on. We open the windows and smoke goes pouring out of the car like something out of a Cheech and Chong movie. We both panic because we know there's no way the cop isn't going to know we are completey baked. I pull into the left lane to pull over and the cop went flying by, on his way somewhere else. We just sat there on the side of the road and didn't move for like 15 minutes beacsue we were so freaked out.