Breaking the Law - With Dale

2000-2001 Breaking Motor Vehicle Laws with Dale May 19, 2013 Dale was transferring from Ricks College to OSU and I went out west to help drive her home. When I arrived in Salt Lake the weather reports indicated that a storm would be moving through in a couple of days. I wanted to leave to get ahead of the storm. This was my reasoning for driving very fast as we moved east. Things went well going out of Utah, and Wyoming. When we hit Nebraska I was still moving along at about 90 or so in her little GEO. Actually I was surprised it would go that fast much less maintain that speed when we were out of city limits, etc. As we were going along a State Highway Patrol office was driving in the west bound side of the interstate and as he and I topped a hill he had me dead to rights. Dale was sure we were going to jail. I did what I thought was my only option, increased my speed and went into full evasion mode. Dale became even more worried at this time as the little car was hitting 95 and that was about all I needed except it was trying to go faster. I was going to try a little trick that served me well in Cleveland on several occasions. I knew the officer had to get to a place to turn around unless he had a buddy on my side of the highway. It was my good luck he didn’t. He had about a mile to go to turn around and I had about a mile to go to get to an exit. As I got to the exit I moved toward a truck stop type of place that also handled cars and dropped Dale off at the edge of the parking lot with cash, credit cards just in case I didn’t pull this off. She was to walk around the parking lot and meet me inside the truck stop. I pulled the car into a parking spot and ran to the other side of the lot with only my keys and ID. As I started moving toward the truck stop I saw the office getting off the exit and pulling into the parking lot. He was looking for you know who and company. It was my luck that there were several small cars in the lot and some with colors close to ours. He just couldn’t tell who was going 90 plus on his highway. Anyway Dale and I stayed there for a while, had a snack and made sure the officer had been gone for a while before we headed back onto the highway. We drove several more hours, yes I stayed at 90 and she wanted to know more about how to do that in the future! I guess I was bonding with my daughter breaking the law. Well it is a Peyton family tradition.