“What was that all about?” I thought.
As I was driving to work, a car coming in the other direction flashed its lights at me, and I had no idea why.
After all, it was a little after 8 a.m., so it’s not like the driver could be flashing the universal symbol for “You have your high beams on.”
Unless it was that other universal signal … .
As someone who likes to cruise along country roads without always worrying about such things as speed limits — if the weather’s good and I’m in the mood, the roads where I grew up are like my own Circuit of the Helderbergs — I always have to be on the lookout for well-placed police cars.
Like the one a couple hundred yards past where I got the signal.
Fortunately, I had slowed down by that point.
Thank you, random flasher of headlights.