Join Date: Aug 2012
Location: Side of a mountain in New Hampshire
Variation on a theme:
Once upon a time a Connecticut state trooper pulled me over on the interstate. I unrolled the window to give him my paper and after he looked at them he noticed the radar detector on the dash.
"I know you are out of state but you do understand the laws, right?"
"Yes sir. That's why it is unplugged."
"OK, so what is that? A Whistler? Let me take a look."
"Not going to ask twice."
I handed him the detector and he stepped away and bent over by the front bumper.
He came back to the window and handed me my paper and said "Slow down and have a nice day."
I looked at him and the look on his face made any further discussion unnecessary.
There was a brief crushing sound as I headed back into traffic.
Cross Country Tour.
We can't help it
We just keep moving
It's been that way since long ago
Since the stone age chasing the great herds
We mostly go where we have to go
That was written by James McMurtry