Real Travels: Slow Down

Greetings from Florence, Kentucky. Last Sunday I drove from Camdenton, Missouri to Florence, a 9 hour drive for me. I had expected it to take longer, but I'm thankful that the traffic wasn't bad and the weather was cool. My only experience on the trip worth mentioning is how I DIDN'T get a speeding ticket.
After passing through St. Louis I was in a stretch of empty road with just a few other vehicles. There had been signs every so often along the road that said "Slow Down, Enforcement Up. Arrive Alive." Nobody seemed to pay much attention. After all, it's the freeway, you're expected to go about five miles per hour over the limit. Of course, being in an empty stretch with very little traffic, the trend was a little faster. I was going along, following everyone else, matching their speed, not passing. I reasoned that if anyone got pulled over, it would be one of the people in the front going fast. Something happened that made me slow down a little; either I got something to eat or drink and decided to slow down. Wise of me, right?
I was coming around a curve and saw a white car on an overpass. First thought: That's probably a cop car. Second thought: I'll slow down just in case. Sure enough, as soon as I rounded the curve I saw two cars pulled over about 20 feet apart. Close call, I thought, recognizing them as two that I had been following. A second curve showed three more cars pulled over... all ones that I had been following moments before.
Thank you Lord for making me slow down!