Suddenly Shannon dived across the driving wheel, grabbing the switch for the Explorer’s high beams. The oncoming Lincoln Towncar and its senior pilot, soaring down the highway nearly ten miles below the speed limit, were well-warned of the speed trap on the far side of the reservoir. My brother seemed pleased with his stealth attack — despite the fact that I nearly lost control of the car. He had won. I had lost.
“We’re thirty feet from the cop car, dude,” I screamed. “A red and blue flashing atop hill, visible for half-a-mile. Why flash my own lights? It’s like pointing out the obvious.” Continue reading