One morning we were out on Wellsford Road for one reason or another and it was just foggier than shit. What you might call a one liner. You know, 10 MPH fog.
Anyways, I ran the entire length of the road, from Parker Road south to Highway 132 making sure the road was clear. Then I went back to the beginning of the road at Parker and floorboarded the truck. Pretty soon I was doing 90-100 MPH in a blinding fog.
Suddenly, something black and white flashes by on the RIGHT side of the truck.
"Holy shit" I scream, "Did you see that fucking dairy cow back there?"
Dave looks at me, eyes wide. "That wasn't no dairy cow, man. That was a Highway Patrolman you just ran off the road."