I don’t admit to doing stupid things (for whatever reason) very often. I do have a congenital tendency to ignore the obvious, which causes me to do the occasional ignorant thing.
“T, did you see that gray truck that we just passed?”
“No Tom Thom, which gray truck?”
“The one in our rear view mirror going 90 MPH blue red blue red blue.”
I was pretty sure that I knew who was the person of interest for the Colorado State Trooper and so we pulled right over and waited for him to arrive. We also began to consider the probability that we would complete our morning travels inside the CHP Paddy Wagon in our rear view mirror.
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We travelled that morning down from Moab, Utah on US 191 and took US 491 at Monticello, Utah toward Cortez, Colorado to spend as much of the day as we could spare at Mesa Verde National Park World Heritage Site. We were running out of the week that we had allotted ourselves for the trip (during which we drove about 2000 point to point miles) and we had been clipping those miles off pretty quickly. That morning was cool and sunny with good visibility and straight well marked roads and so it was tempting and easy to pull out and pass several slower moving vehicles in one swoop, and I admit we clipped off the end of a yellow line or two when pulling back over after passing. The CHP Paddy Wagon was tucked up amongst some of those trucks and cars that we passed, patiently waiting his turn to pass.
So there we were parked in front of the well lighted CHP Paddy Wagon being passed in review by all of those nice folks that we had passed earlier. We discussed the very imposing mountain to the south, and the rest area up ahead to which we had been looking forward, and the likelihood that there might be a toilet in the CHP Paddy Wagon. After about 10 minutes the CHP Trooper returned with our paperwork which consisted of a Courtesy Warning Ticket and his hopes that we would enjoy the rest of our trip - probable proof that he didn’t have a radar gun. Whoop Whoop! I started to ask him for a police escort to the next rest area, but resisted that urge and asked him instead what was the big mountain to the south that we had been admiring.
The Sleeping Ute (Photo: Wikipedia)
There is no luck like dumb luck!
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