I had one pull me over one time telling me I got my 2004 F150 to 60mph between two stop lights in the rain. I laughed and told him he was full of poop. He persisted, so I asked him how he knew I was going 60. He said he clocked me. I told him I want to see my speed on his radar gun. He stammered for a second, then said he paced me. I asked him what that meant, and he said he kept up with me in his squad car, and he was spinning his tires the whole time. I laughed so hard he stepped back. I told him he needed new tires, and if his speedo said he was doing 60, and he was spinning his tires, he was probably only moving 30. I asked him if he wanted to write me a ticket so we could continue the arguement more in court. He got in his car and left.