Well, I wasn't exactly a hippie. I worked drywall construction jobs in Orlando, FL,
then lived in Boulder, Colorado working on apts and houses.
But on my transit from FL to Boulder, I was stopped for speeding near Dalhart, TX
on a Friday night about 11 PM.
The DPS trooper was sweating me for 75 MPH in a 65 MPH night zone while his radar
showed folks doing 95 while he was talking to me. I was in the right front seat of his
440 cubic inch Mopar.
He gave me a warning, but when I asked him if I got a copy for myself he answered:
"TexDOT is tired of picking up all these warnings we were giving people.
But if you like, I can lock you up for the weekend.
Then on Monday morning, you can ask the judge in Dalhart for ALL the copies you want.
How's that sound?"
I told him that's OK, I don't need a hardcopy. After letting me go, he laid about 100 feet
of rubber as he took off, going towards Dalhart. I guess we were on US 287.
When I entered Dalhart, the original DPS trooper and a different DPS trooper roared out of
2 different houses' driveways, bracketing me front and rear. I absolutely thought I was going
to see the inside of the Dalhart jail.
At the 4 way stop in the center of Dalhart, I GREW ROOTS, then took off slowly, going
straight ahead, towards NM.
They both roared to the right at the intersection and probably laughed themselves silly.
Being 19 years old and driving a red van with Massachusetts plates, just before your Mass DL
expires, in Texas, will give you an interesting story. :-)
I crossed the state line and slept peacefully for the night 100 yards into New Mexico.
SIA