Last Saturday morning, the wiff and I headed out from Rio Rancho to Joseph City, AZ. It's a little tiny Mormon town just West of Holbrook where some of my relatives live. They had planned a family reunion so we decided to go.
Flat slabbin' freeway driving for 4 1/2 hours. Bleah.
So, we rode about 90 to 95 the entire distance of about 250 miles.
About the time we hit Holbrook, we both had to pee like a race horse so we weren't exactly slowing down in the last 10 miles.
Right next to the sign that says, "Joseph City, 1/2 Mile," an AZ State Trooper lit us up and pulled us over. I never even saw the guy until he hit his lights so I don't have any idea where he was hiding out.
I parked off the shoulder and the wiff parked behind me. I dismounted and walked back to the cop. Nice kid. (Never did get his name.) He said, "Do you know how fast you were going?"
I said, "Yeah, about 90," and hung my head with a suitable degree of shame.
He said, "Yeah, well you need to be slowing it down out here."
I told him about us both having to pee, that we were going to get off at that exit, "right there," and we bantered a bit. Then he said he would just write a warning to the wiff since he had paced her. I think he was just watching her "S."
So, she started to dig out her registration and insurance. When she took the tail bag off, the "1000" sticker was exposed for view. The cop said, "Wow, it's a 1000! I would have never caught you!"
I said, "Yeah, but we don't do that! You guys have radios and helicopters!"
At least he laughed at that one.
So, he took the stuff back to his car and while we were both doing the pee-pee dance on the side of the road, he wrote the wiff a warning. Very generous of him, I thought.
When he returned, he just admonished us again to keep it slow and then he said something a bit strange. He implied that someone in a car called us in on a cell phone and that he had been looking for us. He implied too that some of those cagers could get angry at getting passed at "high" speed and might not call it in. Southwest cowboy justice? Who knows. I have my own ideas about it but who knows?
The funny thing, of course, is that if someone did call it in, he or she probably passed us there on the side of the road, cheering that we were getting a ticket. Little did they know that we only got a warning. Like I said, nice guy.
Anyhoo, he let us go and we raced as fast as we could legally race to my aunt's house and straight for the head.
Fast forward to Monday morning when we lit out for home, we went back to Holbrook and sure 'nuff, he had someone else pulled over in about the same spot, going the same direction. Apparently, he has a VERY good hiding spot in there somewhere, maybe on the overpass at the tourist trap between Holbrook and Joseph City. If you're ever in that area, especially heading West, watch yourselves!
--Wag--
Flat slabbin' freeway driving for 4 1/2 hours. Bleah.
So, we rode about 90 to 95 the entire distance of about 250 miles.
About the time we hit Holbrook, we both had to pee like a race horse so we weren't exactly slowing down in the last 10 miles.
Right next to the sign that says, "Joseph City, 1/2 Mile," an AZ State Trooper lit us up and pulled us over. I never even saw the guy until he hit his lights so I don't have any idea where he was hiding out.
I parked off the shoulder and the wiff parked behind me. I dismounted and walked back to the cop. Nice kid. (Never did get his name.) He said, "Do you know how fast you were going?"
I said, "Yeah, about 90," and hung my head with a suitable degree of shame.
He said, "Yeah, well you need to be slowing it down out here."
I told him about us both having to pee, that we were going to get off at that exit, "right there," and we bantered a bit. Then he said he would just write a warning to the wiff since he had paced her. I think he was just watching her "S."
So, she started to dig out her registration and insurance. When she took the tail bag off, the "1000" sticker was exposed for view. The cop said, "Wow, it's a 1000! I would have never caught you!"
I said, "Yeah, but we don't do that! You guys have radios and helicopters!"
At least he laughed at that one.
So, he took the stuff back to his car and while we were both doing the pee-pee dance on the side of the road, he wrote the wiff a warning. Very generous of him, I thought.
When he returned, he just admonished us again to keep it slow and then he said something a bit strange. He implied that someone in a car called us in on a cell phone and that he had been looking for us. He implied too that some of those cagers could get angry at getting passed at "high" speed and might not call it in. Southwest cowboy justice? Who knows. I have my own ideas about it but who knows?
The funny thing, of course, is that if someone did call it in, he or she probably passed us there on the side of the road, cheering that we were getting a ticket. Little did they know that we only got a warning. Like I said, nice guy.
Anyhoo, he let us go and we raced as fast as we could legally race to my aunt's house and straight for the head.
Fast forward to Monday morning when we lit out for home, we went back to Holbrook and sure 'nuff, he had someone else pulled over in about the same spot, going the same direction. Apparently, he has a VERY good hiding spot in there somewhere, maybe on the overpass at the tourist trap between Holbrook and Joseph City. If you're ever in that area, especially heading West, watch yourselves!
--Wag--
