3/30, Sunday, Louisiana. A truly remarkable day filled with ups and downs. First, it was rainy and wet leaving Hattiesburg, and very, very foggy. It seems most cars in Mississippi don't come with functioning headlights, either. I took Rte 98 out of the city and missed most of what looked like perfectly nice farmland because I simply couldn't see it. Turning south onto 27/25 into Louisiana the weather cleared and got warm.
Then I wound up behind this rig carrying some kind of machinery. It was going very slowly. I safely passed it when to my surprise the state trooper in front of the whole thing pulled me over. She was much bigger then I, probably stronger, certainly meaner, and much uglier to boot. "What are yew DOIN?" she hollered at me. "Cain't yew see Ah'm ESCORTIN' this thang?" Puzzled, I said, "I'm sorry, I thought the speed limit was 55." (Knowing it was.) "Yew cain't PASS it!" she shouted. "Git yerself killed! Now git back behind it!"
I was at a loss. Obviously I HAD just passed it, and I didn't seem to be dead. What possible point could there be to my getting back behind it? (The truck, its other escorts, and all the traffic behind it had now come to a complete halt.) "Okay," I replied. We went so slowly the rest of the way into Covington, LA, that I had time to take the camera out of the tank bag, turn it on, and take a few pictures while riding. But I wasn't going to argue. Maybe there's a statute on Louisiana's books that says you can't legally pass a big truck when it's safe to do so. Besides, she could have pulverized me between her powerful, muscular, manly bosoms.