On the way home yesterday I felt like I was driving through a mine field and at any moment a CHP would blow up on my ass.
Starting out in Oregon it was mellow in the morning - no one was out except a few truckers here & there. It was a fast drive from Bend to Dorris. But shortly after reaching the border, it felt like cops were everywhere
I had my radar detector fired up, but if they're not shooting at you it does no good. When you whiz past them at close to the speed of sound, they don't really need a radar gun to tell them shapes and colors are converging into a blurry speeding glob.
All I could do was watch for air patrol and hope for the best. As I was leaning into the turns around Lake Shasta I saw a helicopter go right over my head.
Nooo! What to do... what to do... Was it even a cop? Maybe it was a rescue helicopter? There's no way to know! It's usually a plane, but maybe they got more money from Homeland Security and bought a Blackhawk.
I pulled off the road and waited - driving leisurely around the lake area. After a little while I got back onto 5 and went with the speed of traffic.
There was no way they could prove it was my car slotting around the turns. I was now a good 10 minutes behind where they would have expected me to be, and I'm in a station wagon? Who speeds in a station wagon?
But it didn't end there. All through Redding down to Dunnigan and on the 505 they kept appearing from nowhere, totally messing with my head. It was brutal.
With three stops along the way, I made it home in 7.5 hours. Not my land speed record of 6.5/7 hours, but good enough. I wasn't trying to break any records - I just wanted to get home.
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Darlin', as a representative of a small-town speed trap, I assure you that we catch you to save lives. Oh, and we WILL catch you. Heh. Remember, speed kills. Momma says slow your ass down. Don't fight the man. A courteous driver is a happy driver. And all that.
I know, I know - speed kills! But I wasn't even going that fast! I was cruising with the speed of traffic, but certainly didn't want to be singled out and pinched for that. Plus, I'm driving a volvo. Station wagon. It's not really a speed machine, but it can fit a 42" flat screen (in its box) and a small entertainment center cabinet (also in its box).
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