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One more and I'll write a book. Coming south from Minn on I-35, we (I) decided to take 20 into Nebraska and cut down to 80. I had been on 80 a lot and wanted to do something different. 20 was a two lane road and it was a Sunday evening. I was doing about 80 when a trooper came over the ridge and passed us going the other way. It took him about half a mile to slow down, turn around and turn on the lights.

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.