Idaho - 17:00ish

My being pulled over twice in the space of about 16-17 hours seems to be an endless source of fascination and license to give me shit (which I guess I deserve). So...here's ACT I.

IHP: Good afternoon, ma'am. Do you know why I pulled you over?
Me: nodding, eyes big
IHP: Do you know the speed limit on this road is 65MPH? I clocked you at 78. Did you know you were going that fast?
Me: closing eyes, shaking head
IHP: Is there a reason you were going so fast?
Me:
Not really. I mean, not a good one.

Oh, I almost always drive this fast.

I'm trying to reach tonight's destination before the sun goes down because I've heard speeding tickets earned after dark are more expensive.

Sort of. This rite o' passage road trip has been really cool and I felt all independent at first but driving has become mind-numbing and I can't wait to get home and read something!

No, there's no good reason.

IHP: looking surprised, then smiling Where are you coming from and where are you headed?
Me: Coming from West...West Yellowstone, on my way home to the Bay Area.
IHP: OK. May I have your license, registration and proof of insurance? Thank you. I'll be right back, ma'am. You just stay here.

Several minutes go by. I realize I should have been addressing him by his title and resolve to use "officer" at least once when he comes back.

IHP: Here's your paperwork. You know, you're acting really nervous. Why is that?
Me: Well, duh, I just got pulled over! I just feel badly...feel guilty.
IHP: incredulous You feel bad for speeding?
Me: Yes... And not just because I got caught!
IHP: Well, I gotta say, you're acting real nervous. Is there anything I should be concerned about? Have you been drinking?
Me: No!
IHP: Are you sure?
Me: looking sad
IHP: Are you sure there's nothing I should know about? Alcohol, drugs, firearms? Carrying anything or anyone illegal in this vehicle?
Me: I'm sorry (well, he seemed disappointed!)...I don't have any illegal things anywhere...but you can search the car if you'd like...
IHP: It's not really necessary. Valerie, I'm not going to cite you.
Me: Why? I mean...
IHP: You weren't driving recklessly, just going way too fast. Will you please slow down?
Me: Yes, officer, of course...tears threaten, as they do in response to acts of mercy...thanks for not citing me.
IHP: It's OK...I'll pull out ahead of you when it's safe and you follow. Drive carefully.
Me: I will. You too. I mean...I'm sure you always do...thanks again.
IHP: Shaking head Bye, Valerie, have a good trip home.