I tell you, talk about panic...
Here I am following Ron to "keep the fuzz" off him, and of course, here comes the sheriff, passing me on the right no less (I won't even start on California drivers) and I'm certain its game over for all of us...
Luckily, I had my girl Jen (sitting on the passenger side- ummm, that would be the RIGHT side of the car in case you're confused Ron) - anyway, I had her make the "oh-you-went-out-drinking-with-the-boys-again" face at that trooper, and as you can see, he sped off fearing for his life.
I mean I like Ron a lot and all, but what exactly was I supposed to do to protect him there, short of throw an empty Schlitz can at the cop while waving the one finger salute before flipping a U-turn on the freeway? Of course, with the way they drive in California, likely no one would've even noticed...
Glad Jen managed to get that picture though, I have evidence for my fellow Arizonians just how bad it is over there
