Anyway I had to run an errand in Kerrville this morning, on the way in (we're out in the boonies on a small ranch) I noticed a sheriff in the median running radar (or whatever) shooting apparently the west-bound traffic. No prob - we almost always only run the exact speed limit or a couple of miles over.
On the return leg home on I-10, there was a dark pickup that wizzed by me and the sheriff - he must have been going at least 10 over and I was wondering if the sheriff was going to nail the speeder. I kept glancing in my rear view mirror, and sure enough, here he comes! You go boy! Imagine my surprise when he lights me up! What in the ding-dangies is going on here
!He asked for my DL and when I handed it to the fellow I mentioned I had a CHL issued, but not in hand yet - it's literally in the mail. He asked if I had any weapons in the truck and I said none aboard. I'm almost certain his demeanor changed when I said I had a CHL - he seemed to relax and then he asked me if I was running with a black Suburban and another vehicle. Huh? Nope. He asked where I was heading. I said home to our ranch near Harper. Then we start several minutes of ranch chitty-chatty - mostly focused on the price of hay and how much rain we've had (actually NOT had.)
It turned into a very relaxed dialog between a couple of 'fellars' that shared a common interest. Then he mentioned my license plate was difficult to read where a trailer tongue had bashed it one time (it wasn't really that banged up.) He suggested I straighten it out in case the truck ever gets stolen - the plate would be easier to read.
Oh, he never asked for vehicle registration or proof of insurance. Maybe the halo effect of the CHL - who knows. Happy ending to the story.
