He took my license and went back to his car. He then returned and gave me a warning. I was very relieved.
We spent the night along the interstate and left early the next morning.
In the panhandle, we went through a curve and there were two troopers in the median facing in opposite directions. One came after us. I knew I was going to jail.
He took my license and went back to the car. Now I knew I was a goner. He returned and issued me a ..................warning. I drove the rest of the way through Nebraska at 60 MPH.
Wow ! You should work for “Lonely Planet” for the best adventurous places in the USA !
Great stories - loved it. God Bless the American West.
I hate to do a thread hijack - but I too have story.
The same year I visited the Little Big Horn (1995) I was travelling thru the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation going from the Badlands to Fort Robinson Nebraska.
I was going about 65-70 mph in a 50 zone. I came down this large hill and coming up in the opposite direction was a tribal cop.
I knew he had me dead for rights. I immediately slowed down and reached for my wallet and got my ID out. I looked int he rearview mirror and he was already turning around.
I pulled over and he got out of the car. This guy was the biggest frickin’ Indian I had ever seen! He almost blotted out the light when I reached thru the open window to hand him my ID.
I got a stern (but non-condescending) lecture from him about driving properly when I was on tribal lands. He let me go with a warning. I still (to this day) don’t know why I didn’t get a ticket.