I don’t know on which of our many trips to Las Vegas the following incident occured, but it was definitely pre-dashcam.
My wife & I were driving back from Las Vegas, on US-93, just south of Wikieup, AZ. At the time, that section was one lane each way. A 55-mph no passing zone. And a construction zone (though it was inactive on Sunday.) There were eight cars in front of me, crawling. I floored it. Passed them all. Doing 100.
As I pulled back in, I remarked to my wife, “Good thing there’s no cops.” At the same moment, I looked in my mirror and saw flashing blue & reds. 😳
I skipped the first four stages of Kübler-Ross’s Five Stages of Grief — Denial, Anger, Depression & Bargaining — going straight to Acceptance: “I’m going to jail, and I’m okay with that.” The cop passed me doing 110.
It was one of the situations where you look around: What the fuck just happened? Then laugh, because you dodged a bullet.
I, of course, slowed way down. 30 miles later, we caught up to the cop.
What was his big emergency? Rousting a bum trespassing in another construction zone. 🤣
I still can’t believe it!
Phoenix Traffic Stress Disorder (PTSD) lowlights:
- Left green signals are ha-a-a-rd. 🤪
- McDonald’s shrunken post-Wuhan Flu menu. 🍔
- Looks like we got us a convoy! 🚛
- Neo the Matrix Pigeon. 🕊
- King Asshole. 👑
Phoenix Asshole Drivers #72
There was a video here, but YouTube deleted my account: I’m now on Rumble and Vimeo.
