[Jeff Higgins]

I've told this story here once already, so here is the Readers' Digest version. I followed a Washington State Patrol trooper on I-90 one day, westbound from the summit of Snoqualmie Pass. We touche 100 mph a couple of times. He got off at an exit in North Bend, and I followed him. Straight to a Taco Bell, where two other cars were parked. He was very young; so was the officer in one of the other cars. The third was older, like my age, and dressed in a WSP windbreaker rather than in uniform. I listened to enough of their conversation while I was in line behind them to overhear stories about several stops they had made. I got the impression the older guy was training them. So, I mentioned how fast I had paced the one trooper. No response from the older guy. I asked him if he wanted my contact info for his report. Blank stare.