First brush with the law

Terry is driving and we're making really good time. (actually we're making back the time we lost sitting in all the traffic in NY/NJ) He's following a couple of suped-up cars: a camaro and a trans am. They're doing about 90 through on I81 in Virginia. Terry's following them and we're all flying along.... at one point we're doing 105 and the other two are 110. If you've ever driven through Virginia, you can appreciate the novelty of this. (signs reading "Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft" are all over the place - they take speeding somewhat seriously here :-) Well, we all blow past a Virginia trooper - and three pairs of brake lights come on immediately. We all slow down, but it is too late. He pulls out and starts waving everyone over to the side of the road. We weren't sure if he meant us too, so we pulled over anyway. Since we were the only vehicle of the 3 with out-of-state plates, we figured if we didn't, he would radio for aircraft backup and "side-winder missile" us into oblivion. (to set an example, of course ;-) Well, I start digging out the paperwork while we're waiting for the trooper. All of a sudden, he pulls up on the lawn next to me. (on the passenger side) I put down my window and he asks if we're with those other guys. I say no, I thought you waved us over. He says, "nope. I didn't see you do anything wrong." Woo-Hoo! Back on the road!

Sorry... no pictures from that one... ;-)

We refueled and switched drivers at 3am about 140 miles from the Virginia/Tennessee border (I81)