Conducting a fast, solo cross country run means there is sometimes little time to blog and for that I apologise. I did, however manage to keep some decent notes as I traversed the country and now I’m taking a more leisurely route home there is time to commit fingers to keyboard. Iowa was notable for a number of reasons, not least the cheapest gas of the trip a mere $3.20 a gallon for top tier 91 octane. It was also pretty flat and I got decent fuel economy for the run.
My first stop was in Council Bluffs, just over the state line. I stopped to grab a bite to eat and let Daisy stretch her legs and pulled into the parking lot of a Fairfield Inn. As I sat there masticating my lunch a number of police cars sped in and surrounded a man in a late model Ford F150 pick up. None of this was particularly notable until the cops exited the car. Now I may have a weakness for a man in uniform but this was ridiculous. Each and every one of them looked like models, men and women. They were the most attractive, well turned out and fit collection of law enforcement officers I have seen. I wondered if I had chanced upon a porn movie shoot as most local cops I see in this country look like they spend too much time in donut shops.
Speaking of cops, the state troopers patrol the freeways here in unmarked Dodge Chargers. I had been driving for an hour or so in the state and I noticed the third Dodge Charger to be sitting on my tail since entering the state. This was no big deal as I could rely on the Valentine One to alert me to the presence of speed detection equipment. Then I looked up and noticed that my V1 was totally dark, no power. Eek. Daisy had knocked the power plug out and I had been driving at a reasonable lick without my guardian angel watching over me, sure enough as the unit initialised it started shrieking like a banshee with a Ka band hit. But true to form for the rest of the trip after a few minutes of tailing me the Charger sped off after someone who passed me doing at least 20mph faster than me. Close call.