Bill your story reminds me of a time I was enroute to Las Vegas.
I went through Ely, Nevada and a few miles out of town realized
I was on the wrong highway. I turned around and was boiling along
probably 20 over the limit. Went around a curve, and there is a cop
in his car facing me, parked in a gravel area just off the road. I
slowed down real fast, and pulled up beside him and raised my hands
in surrender. (I knew He had me). He laughed, warned me, and let
me go. Humor sometimes works.

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