Give Me a T for Texas

The route I drive goes South on Nebraska 71. From Scottsbluff to Kimball it is four lanes and 65 mph (70 mph seems to be tolerated as I've never been stopped). South of Kimball it is two lanes, no shoulders, and 60 mph. After crossing the Colorado line the speed limit is 65 mph. Hard to do when the road is like this.

I have a healthy fear of these sneaky public servants.

 They are good at their work. While I seldom see one on Highway 71, it is often enough to keep this scofflaw nervous.

Today a gentleman in a white Fusion Hybrid with Texas plates blows by me just past the Kimball Airport turnoff. Ah, a rabbit to follow. A 75 mph rabbit, with me discretely following a half mile behind. Ran the whole length to Colorado 14 where he turned East and I turned West. Probably jogged over to the continuation of Highway 71 to Limon and then Hwy 287 to yeeha.

Hope he made it. We didn't encounter this.

Not to mention this.

So thank you Tex, whoever you are, for saving me twenty minutes today.

As a side note, I see lots of Charger Police Cars. To my knowledge, Chrysler has never solved the cooling problem. When the po po run wide open for very long, it is windows down, a/c off, and heater on full blast. Or, just get a Ford.