Thursday, April 12, 2007

Nice Guy -- Part 2

Again I ask you, why is everybody picking on me?

Part two


Now we are on the highway back to Las Vegas just cruising along about 30 miles from Tonopah and about 10 miles from the rest area that we will stop at for lunch.

Ah yes, lunch - we have these great sandwiches, chips, and sodas just waiting for us to indulge ourselves. And Zoe' too as she likes to share when we are on the road.

So here we are just minding our own business following traffic, listening to the Yankees losing their ball game (a special treat), and gazing out across the beautiful desert of dirt, rock and sagebrush as far as you can see. So beautiful, in fact, I almost broke out in Nevada's State song:


Way out in the land of the setting sun,
Where the wind blows wild and free,
There's a lovely spot, just the only one
That means home sweet home to me.
If you follow the old Kit Carson trail,
Until desert meet the hills,
Oh you certainly will agree with me,
It's the place of a thousand thrills.

Home means Nevada,
Home means the hills,
Home means the sage and the pines.
Out by the Truckee's silvery rills.
Out where the sun always shines.
There is a land that l love the best,
Fairer than all I can see.
Right in the heart of the golden west,
Home means Nevada to me.

Whenever the sun at the close of day
Colors all the western sky,
Oh, my heart returns to the desert grey
And the mountains tow'ring high.
Where the moon beams play in shadowed glen
With the spotted fawn and doe
All the lifelong night until morning light
Is the loveliest place I know.

Home means Nevada,
Home means the hills,
Home means the sage and the pines.
Out by the Truckee's silvery rills.
Out where the sun always shines.
There is a land that l love the best,
Fairer than all I can see.
Right in the heart of the golden west,
Home means Nevada to me.


And then, just as I was about to break into song, the radar detector started screaming and there he was, a Nevada highway patrol car heading the opposite direction.

The Highway Patrolman flipped on his lights and proceeded to make a u-turn, and here he came code 3.

Vic asks if it is us he is after to which I respond, it shouldn't be, we were just going with the flow of traffic and if he has an issue it should be with the lead car, certainly not me.

I pulled over like a law-abiding citizen does and he flew by us so I pulled back on to the highway to continue our pursuit of the rest area and lunch.

Up the road the car that was ahead of us had finally pulled over, but the patrolman had stopped in the roadway and not off to the side as is the proper procedure.

As he blocked the road with his car I couldn't help thinking to myself how Bonnie and Clyde must have felt on that fateful day when they were caught.

Well, no such luck with him just pulling over the car ahead of us as he was also motioning for us to pull over as well.

Zoe' couldn't understand why he would have pulled us over either, and when the patrolman approached the window Zoe' displayed her displeasure with barks and growls.

This highway patrolman was keeping her from lunch too.

I might add at this point in time Vic was not the bundle of joy she had been either!!

As I stood in the desert smoking three cigarettes and waiting for my ticket, I couldn't help reflecting back to my thoughts on Friday when the California Highway Patrolman was toying with us that maybe, just maybe, it was in fact the red car!!

You know like the red cape is to a bull, they feel they have to chase it. Maybe it was a police thing ya know!!

But as I was inhaling a long slow draw on my Marlboro I thought back to the white car we had before this red one, and alas I remember a Nevada highway Patrolman at its window as well. In fact, there was the same memory with the green one prior to the white one.

I think I have finally figured it out - Nevada has a thing called a black book with people's names in it for law enforcement to watch for.

I must be in that book is all I can figure out and when the Denali rolls outta the garage they all go on alert.

One has to wonder if I am under surveillance. In fact, I think I will have the car screened for tracking devices.

I suspect that I alone keep the town of Goldfield open as that is where you send the money to pay the fines. Maybe one day I will retire there and run for Mayor because it must be lucrative.

I just don't get it, nice guys seem to always finish last. Case in point the patrolman made me wait until he had given the other people their ticket.

How bad is that, I shouldn't have even been stopped, it was the other guy that was obviously going too fast, otherwise he wouldn't have been leading.

For crying out loud, do you have any idea, on a long desolate road, the restraint it takes to just follow a car and not pass them.

And to make matters worse he was driving a mini van, that's right a mini van, and the patrolman had the audacity to suggest he was doing 86.

This is my beef, does anyone in their right mind actually think a mini van is capable of that speed?

Of course not, so I suspect that poor guy got stopped just because the patrolman needed a ruse to stop me!!

Well, after his speech and my signing the ticket, we were back on the road headed for lunch and then on to Las Vegas.

The atmosphere changed rapidly after that stop. Yes, I got my smoke, but the jovial attitude of my two passengers seemed a bit different from what it had been.

Who can understand that, I was still the same nice guy I had been prior to the false charges of speeding.

The rest of the trip was mostly uneventful with the exception of the little town of Cactus Springs just down the way from Indian springs.

We were just chugging down the highway when out of nowhere there was a blast like an AK-47 that grabbed our attention.

We were hit and hit good. Our windshield was splattered by a large group of huge bugs that had to be doing around 85.

It must have been one of those bug cult follower things as they followed their leader on a suicide mission to their death!!


In the end we made it home so Zoe' was able to visit her friends at the normal time at the park.

In closing I just want to say I was framed!!!!!!!


Please come back tomorrow for a whole lot of very little!!!

2 Comments:

At 8:48 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

maybe just maybe your not that nice guy afterall

 
At 12:17 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, I think the nice guy thing was in jest, tongue in cheek. Y'know, humor? Also, the word "your" does not mean "you are". The "your" that you wanted would be "you're". Also, what's with this anonymous stuff? Be brave. :o)

 

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