I got stopped yesterday morning by a deputy sheriff.
I sailed through a 35 MPH school zone going 42MPH.
The way it is set up is officers stand in the middle of the road and direct traffic. As I approached they stepped in front of their car which is what they normally do when it is safe to proceed. So seeing that they way had been cleared I just continued chugging along.
When I reached the officers both of them started shouting and waving as if my truck was on fire. That was when I looked at my speedometer and realized that I was about to break the speed of sound.
I saw one of the officers talk into his shoulder and then another car positioned down the road pulled in behind me. So I knew what was about to come down.
Of course I pulled over and the deputy got out of the car and came to the window. He asked me how I was doing and with both of my hands clearly visible on the steering wheel I told him that I was just fine. I apologized for my heinous crime and he said that they had had folks coming through there at 60MPH. I resisted the urge to ask him why they targeted me when there were so many other more high value targets. So instead I just told him that I realized the importance of following the speed limits and that I had just had a momentary lapse of reason.
He then told me that he was not going to write me a citation just give me a warning. He told me that he noticed I had an NRA sticker on my truck and that he was something like the grand poobah of NRA members in the area. Then he shook my hand and told me to be on my way but to be more careful. Of course I would have kissed his ass but there was no sense in making more of a scene than had already been made.
So I drove away so proud that my NRA sticker is still on my truck.
My boss man had given me that NRA sticker 13 years ago. He asked me last week if I wanted a Blackwater bumper sticker. I told him no but I think I will reconsider. You never know when something like that might come in handy.
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