A Guard Not Dropped

I was traveling west on I-70 in central Kansas. My V1 lit up, pointing to radar coming towards me. So I made sure my numbers were right and, about 20 seconds later, I met an eastbound State Trooper.

Here’s where the story takes the path less traveled. The red arrow didn’t follow the Trooper. Instead, it continued to point ahead, indicating that the radar was still in front of me. And it was right! In less than a minute a second Trooper appeared; this was the hot one.

If I had any other detector—you know, the ones with simple idiot lights—I would have assumed the first Trooper was The Man and dropped my guard just when I needed it most.

Mark Clemence
Sun Prairie, WI