A few minutes ago as I was exiting my garage after driving home, I heard the roar of a big SUV (Range Rover Somethingorother) screaming up our quiet Maine back road, my first thought was “it’s a masshole”, I readied my Stare-O’-Death and prepared to give him the finger…
Nope, New Hampshire plates… Still a jerk though, he was easily doing 55ish on a road with a 30 MPH limit, grade school kids, pets, as well as a bunch of white tail deer**… I found myself wishing for a handy spike strip…
As I turned to walk back to the house, I heard the unmistakable roar of a throaty V8…
Great, another jerk, they seem to be traveling in groups today…
…this one was different, yes, it was a Ford Excursion, but…
It had pretty flashing blue lights on it, all lit up like a Christmas tree, and it was clearly going after the prat in the LR…
In the immortal words of Nelson Muntz… Ha-Haa!..
I waited a few minutes and curiosity got the better of me, I got back in my car, and drove off in search of the officer and his quarry, making darn sure to keep my speed at 30 MPH…
A half mile away, as I approached the crest of the hill, my Valentine One radar detector went crazy, a strong Ka band threat ahead…
Sure enough, the officer had pulled jerkface over and was writing him a ticket, probably an expensive one, at least I hope it was…
Mundane, yes, pointless, yes, but it was good seeing at least one jerk get nailed for jerkish behavior
** none of which were around at the moment, but they do exist, it’s a rural back road