In a sick way, it was my lucky day.
If by lucky you meant taking a well-traveled highway
at two hundred without so much as seeing one cop,
even in the thirty-mile-an-hour speed-trap towns.
What a letdown. A little chase action might have been nice,
not to mention that the license plate info would bring the
heat down on the leech. Sure,
he'd buy his way out of it,
but it might have been just a little inconvenient for him.
- Jacob Black (Chapter 17, p.330)