A winter’s rain part 2

     When you're in the country and you see a cop behind you your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side when he sees the big red light behind him ... and then he will start apologizing, begging for mercy.

    This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. The way to handle one of these country cops is to speed up to five mph over the speed limid and gun it until you come to a straight away, and then pull over.  

    The  country cop approached the drivers door.  I got ready to explain that Gerry was a geriatric who relied on marijuana to ease his pain.  I didn't fancy staying in jail all night during my acid trip.  If he found the drugs, we could all be doing time.  "you fellas having a joy ride?" he asked, squinting his eyes at us.  I gave him my license.  "Well mister, eh, Schlepper.  You know that it's illegal to smoke marijuana outside of a place of business in Coventry?"  Shit, we were in Coventry.  "This is my old man." Artem said, it's his only relief from his pain.  He has rectal cancer, and marijuana keeps his dopamine so regular he can fuck a Chinese hooker over a chaise lounge.  "I would like to see that." the cop said.  "him fucking a prostitute on a chaise lounge, not his rectal cancer.  "I didn't smoke, officer." I said "Well, I can appreciate that, mr Schlepper... Your old man huh?  How are you doing sir?"  "Ehhh-hhh."  "he's a 75 year old, clear as a bell" Artem said.  Artem was really  hamming it up, he was good at it.    The cop sniffed and seemed to get a little contact high.  Well, you boys seem like upstanding citizens, taking your daddy out.  Artem "Harold here is a Navy vet."  
    "Well, I can't detain a vet, two of my sons are in the Navy.  Get out of here."   We pulled out and the rain really started coming down.  We dropped Gerry at the retirement community, and did a couple of dabs of Molly as we bombed down the scenic country roads.  The acid was kicking in now, and the rain was scenic but dangerous.  We were in lake country and I explained to them that there could be flash flooding.  The wet roads presented a challenge, but I was a skilled driver.  It took like 50 minutes of kaleidoscopes to get back to Providence.  We got stuck behind an Amazon truck missing a rear headlight.  I cursed them and flicked them off when we passed.  Several giant pickups beared down on us, I pulled over to let them pass.  we slid through dangerous intersections and got caught in an industrial park, passing right through an industrial village with some kind of giant rig.  It reminded me getting stuck in Edmonton Canada when I was 19, the town of Havelock.  Everyone was speeding at like 80 mph in the industrial center, and I was worried they would pick us out going through there.  All of the sudden there were bridges with water on either side.  " I said, guys, I want you to focus."  It was like we were riding through a cloud on a crystal roadway.  My eyes were on the road, but it was gorgeous, white and thick and enchanting.  
     It was very tricky driving back, and it was even worse when we got onto route six, but we got home and felt celebratory parking in our lot.  It was an American story about  a son that loves his father and a couple of guys who don't mind going along.  We had found America.

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