The Chaos Theory. The Curve. The Pickup. And the Trooper.

The last Chaos Theory entry is written, posted, and tucked away. It’s in the can, and that’s that. Time to move on. Maybe the next one will be another post. Maybe… oh hell, I don’t know. Maybe I just work and drive and do my thing out here in the truck while I do my thing. That’s the way of it sometimes.

It’s kind of funny because I was driving… and… doing what I do… and all of a sudden I pass a state patrol car. Didn’t think twice, because I never do, because I know I’m not speeding because… I’m in no kind of hurry today, so… whatever. About… 30, 45 seconds later, a pickup passes me. Another 10 seconds, 15 seconds at the most… and I’ve got the red and blue cherry lights flashing in my mirror.

And of course I turn my head and I look and I see, what do I see? I see Mr. State Patrol Trooper… in his squad car with the lights flashing. And so I start slowing down and… sliding over a little to the right and… all of a sudden, he blows my doors off because the road’s straightened out, no more curve in it. Because not even a trooper is dumb enough to pass in a curve. I kept slowing down, giving him his room to do what he’s going to do and… of course, naturally… he pulls over the pickup that passed me.

Sweet justice at last.