I was last in a line of 4 cars that were over taking 2 18 wheelers, in the middle lane, with basically no other traffic around for miles. I was traveling about 75 mph. The sun was just barely coming up on a tuesday morning. There were orange barrels off the right shoulder in the grass. A sherriff was waiting at an overpass/underpass just before mile marker 49. He claimed the speed limit was 60, although I had just recently seen a sign for 70. Apparently there is a single, smaller less obvious sign just before the speed trap.

I was being passed on the left by a white SUV. but the cop pulled behind me, I presumed because I was the last car in the pack and so the easy target. He claimed I was doing 84, but I was certain I was about 75 to 77.

He didnt say anything except asked for drivers license and registration, and then said signing the ticket was not an admission of guilt, stated the court date and said I could call the number for the fine.

It was basically dark and his vehicle was not visible until you passed him at the underpass. It was a dark painted SUV with the words Sheriff on it.

After he gave me the ticket, he drove the wrong way down the highway and right back to the underpass. A week later, on my return trip, I verified signage and location, and sure enough the cop was sitting there again.