This happened to me this evening: I turn left out of my neighborhood, onto the 35mph, double yellow line road. I may have cut it a little close pulling in front of someone, but if they hadn't been speeding, it wouldn't have been an issue. Seriously, it wasn't close at all ( I had my 6-year-old nephew in the car with me, so I was taking it easy). But that's the only thing I can come up with to explain this moron's actions. He runs up on my rear bumper and then weaves like he is going to pass me over the double yellow, but oncoming traffic prevented it. About 1/4 mile later, we come to the stop sign at Kellogg Creek Rd. I turn left and so does he. Kellogg Creek is another 35mph double yellow line road. I'm going the speed limit and he's behind me, but not close at all. This guy is driving an older Crown Vic. It's green with a missing passenger-side mirror, a spot light, an antenna on the trunk and a "thiin blue line" plate on the front bumper. (All the signs of a wanna-be cop, if you asked me) Suddenly, he zooms up to me, passes me across the double yellow, swerves in front of me and slows down. Great, he cuts me off then slows down, I've seen that plenty of times. Except he keeps slowing down. He stops in the middle of our lane and I see his door start to open. I stop behind him, check that my rear view is clear and immediately start backing up. I back up to the closest driveway, turn around and start heading in the other direction. When I see that he has turned around and is following me, I dial 911. I give them my location, direction and describe the crazy guy following me in as much detail as I can. I'm heading west on Kellogg Creek towards Hwy 92, obeying the speed limit, at this point. He's following, but not closely. It looks like he is on his phone or talking into a hand held radio. I get to Hwy 92 and stop, signalling to turn left onto 92 eastbound. I'm still on the line with 911, updating my location and direction. I turn left and realize that he has to wait for traffic before he can follow me. As soon as he is out of view behind me, I speed up and get around a couple of curves. I take a right onto a residential street, go about .5 mile and turn again. At this point, I'm pretty sure I've lost him. I keep moving through this neighborhood for a few minutes, then head back to 92. I get back on 92 going west, opposite my original direction of travel for this errand. 911 asks if I want to speak with a deputy, I say no as I have gotten away from the maniac. They say they have put out a BOLO for his vehicle. I thank them, hang up and finally start to breathe again. So...that was my fun evening. I have NO idea what set this crazy dude off, but I wasn't going to sit in the middle of the street behind his stopped car and find out.