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.
Hey Mplssteve, that’s an interesting story.
The people of the ranch in Wyoming warned us not to go in Pine Ridge, because they said the Indians hated the Whites... After a century, it’s pretty ridiculous.
When we were dating, I let my wife use my car to pick up her mom and an aunt to go to the airport and pick up another aunt.
Her mother kept telling her to hurry up or they'd be late. She was stopped by the CHP doing between 80-85.
The cop looked into the car and saw the seniors. My wife said. I'm sorry officer, I was driving under the influence of senior citizens. He laughed, warned her, and let her go.
My first wife was let off by telling the officer she was going for food at half time of the ND USC game and didn't want to miss the final quarter. He asked the score of the game, which she knew.
In both of these situations I would have received the maximum fine.