I was looking forward to the four-hour-ish drive back through Iowa and MN after some time on-site for work. I got my second NetRadar DSP hooked up to my ghetto standalone DSP system while there. Afternoon drive back, beautiful weather, very light traffic on slightly curvy four-lane - life was good. So I was cruising at maybe PSL +10-15, when I was passed rapidly by a somewhat oblivious driver. I thought to myself, "if there was ever a situation where I could make up some time and get home sooner, this is it", and put the pedal down. Rabbit, long-range detection system functional, great visibility, Waze running too... Satellite radio going and in a fun car (Mini Cooper S) - I was in my happy place. Well, I lost visual on my rabbit after about twenty minutes, so dropped back down from my PSL +25, and then shortly thereafter began approaching a small town, so I was slowing down a bit further. And then he appeared - State Patrol over a gentle rise in the road up ahead, oncoming. Not a peep from the NetRadar. No big deal, I thought, as I continued to drop my speed. And then, in my rear view, I saw his brake lights, and he turned around. That sinking feeling started in my gut. Sure enough, he caught up to me, and at the edge of town lit 'em up right behind me. It was the usual script. "Do you know the speed limit here? Do you know how fast you were going? I had you at 88." He dropped it to PSL +15, wrote my ticket, and that was that. So, I was left scratching my head. No way did he get me himself at that speed. He was moving, so no laser, and I wasn't going that fast when he had visual. Laser isn't common in that area, and I had tried to look back at each overpass as I went by - never saw anything. I'm thinking the State Patrol plane may have gotten me. It goes to show that, even with the best situation possible, you're never 100% safe. Sigh. I'm going to be driving a lot slower for the rest of the summer. I can handle one ticket every year or two, but not two in a single year. Them's the breaks!