You’ve probably been there too. While cruising along the Interstate your speed inches up and above the limit. As you crest a rise and begin to descend, a brown car crests the next rise. As you pass each other in the blink of an eye, you notice it’s a trooper. You instinctively tap your breaks and try glance nonchalantly at the passing lawman. As you’re about to crest the rise he just came over you see him break, slow and make a wide u-turn through the grassy median. You’re pretty well hosed.
But not if you’re my Dad.
If you’re my Dad you accelerate slightly once you’re over the rise (in for a penny, in for a pound!) and then you pull quickly into the first rest area and park between a couple of big trucks.
To complete the charade, you even might even venture inside to use the facilities (giving Mr. Statie plenty of time to chase your wild goose.) After a stretch and a quick smell of the roses you make your way back to the car, you hop back on the highway, and you hug the speed limit the rest of the trip home.
But not if you’re my Dad.
If you’re my Dad you get an innocent look on your face, and you matter-of-factly state, “I had to go.”
Happy Father’s Day, Pop.
In case you’re interested in the before-shot mentioned below… here it is.
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Sometimes ya just gotta go. Other times, ya just gotta go … faster!
I wonder if Mr. C. Mountie is still looking for that handsome dude in the brown Altima, red Pioneer cap … and stylin’ warm-up pants.
This being the “after” shot …. you guys should see the “before” shot. Jim was the trend-setter before Farrell’s (Iowa fitness conglomerate) made before/after shots famous.
Now that “before” shot would make you laugh till you pee. 🙂
I can’t quite get over the hair! What’s going on up there????
Best. Pictures. Ever. These need to be on display in your house at all times.
Good call Ed. Look for them next time you come down. Skyla, I honestly don’t know. There’s just no excuse for it.