First time travelling to California ages ago, I had to try how fast this rental car went on a Hwy in the desert (close to Death Valley) with not a soul around. Downhill it went quite well. Then towards me on the right just a few meters about ground an airplane was coming towards me. WTH? It took me a while to realize that this must have been law enforcement. I went mostly by the rules afterwards and didn't receive a ticket.<p>Another time, many years later, I got carried away a bit on my m/c near Mojave. It didn't take long for a cruiser to follow me and flash his lights. After stopping the cop called in his mic ("I got him"), presumably to a helicopter in the air. Don't recall, whether I got a ticket then (over the years I got more stern warnings than tickets).<p>Not long ago, going on Hwy 25 there's a long straight stretch between two hills where it's really tempting to go flat out as there is (or used to be) very little if any traffic. Shortly thereafter a single engine air plane was approaching me left of the road at very low altitude. I was actually wondering whether it would clear the trees in its path, until I realized that he meant for me to slow down ;-}<p>Now I have a Prius and no such worries.