>>Actually, I just love the fast guys. When one of them overtakes me, then I can step on it and drive just a tad slower than they do. They serve as minefield degustators, i.e. to detect any police ahead.
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>Until that plain clothed policemen stops to ask why you're following him.

I'm not. I'm driving slower than he does, and in a few minutes he vanishes from my horizon. But I'm driving faster than before he came. It's a habit I developed in the US: being unsure how fast is not too fast, I first stuck to the speed limit plus five, and I was still being passed by everyone and their granny. Then I generally followed everyone else's speed, and then I noticed these guys... and started this. I generally ended up driving the way I like it, with about a kilometer of empty road before and behind me, or passing a slower group of cars one by one.

But that's highway. I was sort of scared to drive here, what with roads being of suboptimal ((c) Microsoft) width and quality, and many oldtimers still on the road. I enjoyed about ten months of living without a car (cabs are cheap, bicycle gets you to most of the places of interest), but then after acquiring a garden in a village (and yes, I'm making my own moonshine brandy now - it's legal here) I finally had to. A small one, only 1100ccm, but five doors. And, know what, it's as if I never left - old habits kicked in, and I can drive anywhere around here, including Belgrade (which is a bit chaotic).