Shane was driving near Rocky Mountain State Park, a two lane road, keeping the speed at a constant 55 when he saw a flashing red light behind him. Oh shit, I can't afford a ticket he thought as he pulled to the side of the road. The officer pulled in behind him. Shane began rummaging through his glove box looking for his registration. He still hadn't found it when the officer arrived at his window. "You can quit rummaging. You were doing 55 the speed limit is 45, but the guy who just passed us is going even faster. Have a nice day" he said. The officer got back in his car and began his pursuit of the more serious speeder. Later in the evening Shane was telling his brother Ryan about his good fortune. His brother said had it been me, he would have handed me the ticket book, said you were doing 55 in a 45 fill it out, I'll be back in a few minutes.

The last time I saw the flashing reds I wasn't the driver. My son Tim was at the wheel. Oh shit, he said as he pulled over to the side of the road. The officer pulled in behind us, and appeared at the window. "I'll need to see your registration" he said. I started rummaging through the glove box. "Do you realize your car is not currently registered and I could have it impounded" he said. It was everything Tim could do to keep from laughing. The car belongs to him he said pointing at me. Five minutes later we were back on the road, a ticket in my hand and instructions to get the registration renewed were all he left. I know how Ryan feels.