So late last week into the weekend I drove from Mt Hood back to Buffalo, NY after a summer at Windells and all that good stuff. (K crew for life baby) I was on day 4 of 4 of my trip home when I got hung up in some stupid road work outside Toledo. After 3 and a half days of driving, as you might imagine, I was completely over it. Once I had passed the construction I opened her right up in an attempt to make up some lost time. In my defense I was hardly even speeding.
Anyways, I see some flashy red and blue lights in my rearview and know I'm just about fucked ( NY plates and all ). Officer guy comes up and starts talking to me but to my surprise it's not really traffic related. Long story short, turns out the officer has a son who is getting into park skiing and he saw my collection of completely unnecessary/obnoxious stickers on my car and was intrigued. He told me that he and his son ride at BMBW and that he was trying to get him on some good skis this year and asked if I had any suggestions. (This may or may not be a surprise for the son - super rad)
So we chat for a bit and it was pretty sick actually. He told me about a recent trip out to Alta and told me all about his glory days of racing (actually really sick) and how they'd get trashed prior to races and shit like that. This officer was pretty fucking cool.
Anyways, I didn't get a ticket and had a nice conversation. If any of you Ohio kids have a dad who's a cop, odds are I met him and you have a really #RadDad and you are definitely not going to get a surprise pair of skis (wink wink).