Driving west last month, I rounded a bend and caught a glimpse of a policeman with a radar gun. He was hiding behind a tree, deeply camouflaged in palm fronds and wearing face paint and the wig-scalp of a cow balanced on top his head. Ok...that didn’t really happen. There was no wig-scalp or face paint but I’m pretty sure the guy had palm leaves wrapped around his body.
As if I was given a needle of adrenaline directly to the heart, my blood sped up significantly as my brain screamed to slow down. I think I was doing about 75. I was overcome with a feeling of absolute joy, too, when I realised that he wasn’t going to leap out in the road and wave me down, forcing me to pull over and use that lame puppy-eye “was I speeding?” look as he saddled up alongside the car. I was safe to continue on. I escaped the ticket-writing wrath of that officer on that day.
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