I would have winked at him. Every time I answered a question, I'd wink. Aside from that, you did fine.

In the past I also wanted to stay my ground. But man, who cares, just pull over, wait for the other guy to pass and be happy for the rest of the day, its not worth it.

You sure he wasn't stopping you because you were driving under high skin pigmentation?

Well... I wasn't in such a situation as yourself. But once in a while I get some crazy people behind me because I only drive 5km/h higher than allowed and this is still too slow for them. They honk or put their lights on. I just gesture with my hand : go away. And don't bother anymore. If they want to drive faster.. change the lane. I can drive where ever I want in a city. Also... driving to slow all the time is not permitted in Germany. Except for special cases like giant transportations.

I think you handled it fairly well. I suggest driving at least the speed limit or a bit over. People who have warrants or have been drinking tend to drive under the speed limit, thinking they won't stand out to a cop...

Had something similar years back, no police though.

I was driving home from work in my Corvette going 65 in a 60, driving in the slow lane. Someone in a big truck comes right up behind me, high beams on, and riding my bumber. So I started to slow down, and they just kept riding me. I rolled down my window and waved them around.  The BS persists. I get over in the fast lane, they follow and keep riding me.

So I have to get off at the next exit, and I get back in the slow lane. This jerk also has to go that way. This off ramp loops under the high way and hops back on a State Route. Of course they rides me all the way through the exit. We get on the SR, and now I am tired of it. We go down about a mile, and I decide, I have had enough. I wipped over to the fast lane without blinking and slammed on my breaks. 

This is were it gets good. I shoot behind my new friend, and whip back over behind. At this point they are a good 5 or 6 car lengths ahead of me. I turned on my high beams, and beneath this jacked up truck I see four legs. Not sure what it is (my guess a deer), so I slam on my breaks again, and the truck slams in to whatever it was. They didn't even slow down, so I figure they were watching me in the rear view. A part of whatever he hit goes flying by my driver side window, and they pull to the side of the SR. I hopped in the fast lane, and just kept going. Figured they got what they deserved for being a jack ass for the last 10 minutes.

That made up for the time this jerk in a little Civic kept running up to my bumber, and backing off, and running up, and backing off. Came to a light, and we are 7 and 8 cars from the front. This dude jumps up on the sidewalk, and cuts past everyone to take a right. I look at the first car at the red light and it is a state trooper, and think hell yeah, this jerks gonna get rung up. Nope he pulls out right in front of the trooper on the side walk, and apparently went unnoticed. Spent the rest of the drive, and some time after going, "No F'ing way, how the F did this SOB just get off with that", amoung other colorful spouts of disbelief/anger.

Those are my to best tailgater stories. Thanks for sharing. As shitty as it can be at the time, it can make for some interesting memories.

stop driving slow

Well, first we have to know Spurge's skin color.

that's right😉

Well there are laws to driving too slow, so one can't fault the police for pulling you over.

Sadly like many things, you were the victim in this situation and the cop did not see the cause of it all.