A couple of years ago on Thanksgiving weekend some young jerk with a badge stopped me on Hwy 2 east of Kalispell for doing 57 in 55. I passed him on outside lane because he was messing with his phone and jackrabbitting. "You knew you were speeding when you passed me." Like I blew his doors off? After ten minutes of him hassling me I finally told him to write me a ticket and shut up. I'd be delighted to hang around long enough to watch a local JP shove that piece of paper up his arse! "You need to show me some respect!" I laughed. "Get your gawdam pen out or give me my license back." He opted for door number two.
