So, on the drive home, I look in my rear view mirror. State Patrol car closing fast. I look at the speedometer so I know the answer to, "Do you know how fast you were going?"
90 mph. On Highway 11. A 55mph zone. Oops.
When the road had a shoulder again, I was resigned to visiting it. We got to the shoulder. No lights but riding right on my bumper. I figure he's going pull me over at the right of way where railroad workers park and do a whole lot of nothing. Nope. Just keeps riding my bumper. No lights.
We get all the way to Calhoun.
I figure that he's going to pull me over at the lot across from the paper mill. Nope. He turns on his left blinker, zooms past me and into the Hardees drive thru.
I guess the hamburger and fries were more important than the massive fine. I know for a fact that I am enjoying it more than he is.