  Last night I wrote a new record, covering a road of around 40 km long in a total of 5 (FIVE) f*****g hours in a heavy rain...! To make my mind go wandering further, I finally managed to come across a policeman after 3 hrs, before then? zip, nill, nada. I mean, have you ever wondered, how we always come across something when we least need it? I only met policemen twice last night; three hours after I started my 5 hours drive and in queue before a gas station.
I was stuck in a long line when I heard this siren from a police patrol car. At last! safe... (that was my thought when I heard the siren) the police would come as a saviour, arrange the line and we could go faster. Beep..! Wrong answer! They sounded the siren to make way...! for crying outloud. Talking about abuse of power, huh! 
