I moved this week, from just outside Boulder, Colorado, to rural Ridgway, Colorado, in gorgeous Ouray County.
Actually, I’m not even in Ridgway (population: about 700; the entire county only has around 4,000), but outside town, on a mesa looking at two mountain ranges. I’ve long said that as a writer and online publisher, I can live anywhere I want — so why was I in a city when I truly prefer more rural areas? As long as I have a decent Internet connection, I can live anywhere I want.
On my way over to the new digs, I finally got the opportunity to give a cop some Get Out of Hell Free cards — but it wasn’t to get out of a ticket.
I was driving along in the middle of nowhere when I saw a squad car coming the other way on the two-lane highway. Like everyone else, my first reaction was to check my speed. No problem: I was 2-3 miles under the limit. So I was a tad surprised that as soon as he went by, the cop whipped a very fast u-turn and chased after me, lights flashing and siren blaring.
Huh?! What did I do?
He explained that he pulled me over to let me know that I had blown a tire on the small trailer I was pulling. I had no idea! It must’ve blown less than a minute before I saw him, since the rim wasn’t destroyed yet. I didn’t feel a thing, and I didn’t hear anything, even though there was little left of the tire, since I had the stereo going. (Playing at the time: “Pick Up the Pieces”. Yes, really.)
I profusely thanked the cop, who turned out to be a National Park ranger from the Blue Mesa reservoir, and gave him a few GOOHF cards as a good will gesture. He got a good chuckle out of them and slipped them into his pocket.
Thanks again, Ed!