Tuesday evening, Sept 22, 10:05 pm: What the hell? Eastbound on the MassPike between Framingham and Newton, a car appeared in the passing lane traveling at a phenomenal speed. 90? 100? 120? Higher? My car isn’t equipped with a radar to measure such data.
Oh, by the way, it was a state trooper. No lights, no siren. Just breakneck speed.
It flew by, and then, surprisingly, seemed to slow down several hundred yards ahead. I was doing about 70 in a 65 mph zone, so as Boston drivers go I was barely moving, but pretty soon I caught up to the vehicle, because it had slowed down to a rate far below the speed limit. 40? Again, no way to tell. But it was at that point, when I passed it, that it was traveling at a dangerously SLOW speed.
Then? It sped up again to light speed and flashed away, disappearing in moments. No flashing lights, no siren, nothing to warn citizens of a dangerously risky situation.
What was going on? Was a trooper — a Bostonian in the habit of driving way too fast since a teenager — having too much fun? Was he or she practicing high speed chase maneuvers? Whatever the purpose, this was extremely unsafe and unprofessional behavior.