I apologize to any Wyoming lovers because I’m bringin’ the hate.
A few weeks ago, I was driving a UHAUL truck full of my siblings and my belongings from Colorado to Utah. The fastest, albeit boring-as-Provo-on-Saturday-night, route is through heaven-forsaken Wyoming.
It takes roughly 5 hours to drive across Wyoming on I-80. For the majority of the drive, a 75 mph speed limit is in effect.
I passed a highway patrolman, who was also driving on the freeway, going 78 mph. The second the tip of my car passed his, the red and blues started flashing.
Of course I’m thinking to myself, “This guy can’t be pulling me over. Did I miss a speed decrease sign?”
My question was quickly answered when the officer (obviously I can’t print his name for privacy purposes, so we’ll call him Officer Sheep-Rapist) walked up to the window and stated matter-of-factly “I clocked you going 78 in a 75. I’m giving you a warning.”
I wanted to run him over. Are you kidding me, Wyoming? 78 in a 75 while passing in the fast lane? I almost wanted him to issue me a ticket. I would go out of way driving back to Wyoming just to appeal the ticket and watch that idiot stand in front of the judge and maybe some peers while he repeats, “I clocked him going 78 in a 75.” to see if he can do it with a straight face.
What a horrible, horrible state.