As we are passing through the rest of Utah, J and I decide we should stop for some coffee and food, J is already hungry (that is what happens when you are a workout machine).  We stop at one of those gas stations that also have fast food attached; I think it was called T&A (which always makes me giggle).  As J went to go grab the “angry whopper” from Burger King, I grabbed some coffee and snacks.  As I went to put my sugar and creamer in my coffee a weird, missing a tooth older man kept checking me out (maybe I should have re-thought my wardrobe of daisy duke workout shorts and tank, but since we were driving all day, I chose to be comfortable).  He asked me if I swim.  I said yes.  As he is seriously looking me up and down, he asked me if I swim in the Salt Lake.  I told him no, not wanting to even answer any of his questions.  He then asked if I was from around here, I told him no.  He then proceeded to ask me if anyone swims in the Salt Lake – um, what part of I am not from around here do you not understand, and QUIT starring me up and down!  Yes, there is J, FINALLY.  I quickly cling to his side as we finish grabbing our coffee and snacks and pay. 

As we take off on our way towards Nevada J eats his “angry whopper” (Whopper with spicy crispy onions, jalapeños, pepper jack cheese, bacon, tomatoes, lettuce, mayonnaise, and spicy Angry Sauce), he is moaning it is so delicious.  I try it, wow!  I actually like it, which is surprising, makes me wish I had bought one too, although I would never be able to eat that whole thing myself.

We finally cross the Nevada border, and along with that came about 10 strong hail/rain storms that lasted about 5 minutes each.   They were so strong we almost had to pull over because we could not see a thing with the wind, hail and rain, it was ridiculous.  We are counting down the miles till Reno, because we plan on stopping there before heading to B-Rad’s place in Northern Cali.  About a 100 miles out J and I are chatting and cruising along, all of a sudden we zoom by a cop hiding in the bushes as we are going about 95 in a 75, uh-oh.  The cop pulls out and starts chasing us down.  J pulls over and quickly puts his clothes back on (he likes to drive in his underwear, he hates wearing clothes… I don’t mind – wink, wink) the cop comes around my side (I am wondering what I can do… I am wearing short shorts and a cleavage tank… that’s a plus… lets try my flirting skills).  “Hello Officer (with a big smile)”.  He looks into the rental noticing that it is packed full of stuff.  He then looks at me and smiles, then looks at J and asks “you know why I pulled you over” J says “yes”, the officer asks, “do you at least want to know what I clocked you at?” J says, “Sure” (knowing that ten minutes before getting pulled over we were going 110 mph), “95” says the cop, “So where are you headed to?” J replies that we are headed to Coronado for his Navy Seal training, the cop asks where we were coming from and J tells him Chicago.  As the officer asks J to get the rental agreement and driver’s license, I start to flirt with the officer, asking him questions about his day, the weather (those crazy rain/hail storms), he tells me about his boots (random) and then J hands him the info he had requested.  The cop tells us he will be right back as he goes to his car to look J up and write out the ticket.  I knew we would not get completely out of the ticket because the cop was excited that he pulled us over going 95, but I was hoping that my flirting would at least drop the ticket down, and it did.  He gave us a 85 in a 75 as he winked at me and warned J to not drive as fast because he does not want to be pulling us out of the mud when we pass through one of those crazy rain/hail storms again.  As we pulled away from the cop, J and I joked about things we could have done to make the cop drop the ticket all together… good times.