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Originally posted by Grady Clay
Let me tell you a story;
In about '74 I was speeding north of Casper, Wyoming (say 145) in my 2.5 914-6. I came over a rise and, lo there was one of the two Wyoming State Troopers about 3/4 mile ahead. Yes, I think there were only two on duty in the state at any one time. Of course I hit the brakes and was down to 70ish in a flash. As I puttsed along, he pulled out and turned on his lights. I dutifully pulled up behind his parked State car and prepared myself for "The Big One."
Well, after presenting my credentials, the officer asked me did I know why he stopped me. Of course I sheeplishly said "Was I going too fast?"
He sais "Well, I have never seen a car stop so well." We proceeded to inspect the still hot 'S' brakes. I then was admonished to "be careful" and went on my way.
A true story!
Best,
Grady
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Brings back memories.....
In 1976 I was coming home from Dinosaur Monument in Utah. I was cruising alone on a Wyoming road and all of a sudden, these flahing lights were behind me. I check the speedo as I am slowing and I see it dropping to 70 mph.
I stop, the officer gets out of the car, asks for my documents. He asks if I knew how fast I was going. I said, "No sir". He said I was going "pretty fast" and asked if I wanted I could look a his gun. I told him "no thanks".
He proceeded to write a ticket for 64 mph. I asked what that meant and he told me that if I was going 65+ it would have been a big fine but since I wasn't going all that fast it was just $15 towards books for the local school district. He told me to take care and drove off.
Guess I got lucky.