THE LIVING DESERT MYSTERIES

Blog number 513*******  03 May 2011

On the road north to Phoenix this morn, I saw, going south on the other freeway, a flatbed hauling what looked like bicycle wheels. Shiny spokes, black tires, new. The only thing is that these tires were six to eight feet in diameter, standing upright four across and I imagine about six deep. Twenty four "bicycle wheels"? Give or take.

For what they really were to be used, I cannot imagine. They could have been going to Davis Monthan Air Force Base for some air force rigmarole, they could have been going to protect our border from the people whose land we forcibly took away in 1864 in case they were thinking of trying to get it back, or they could have been going to the east coast. I dunno.

So a short time later I saw this police car pull out from the median on our left, right in front of a car, causing the car to veer to the right in order to avoid a collision, then the police car lit up and drove rather slowly in front of us. About a mile down the road, a red car I didn't notice until it pulled out, also came off the left median and drove across both lanes of traffic and went onto an exit road.

The story I imagined for this episode is that the police car got a call to catch the red car, pulled out for the chase, but the red car noticed the lights, knew the game was up - he was caught, so he pulled over to wait.

The cop, not ever expecting such a short chase did not notice what the car had done, so he went right by it. When the driver of the red car noticed the cop going by, he figured his best bet was to get off that road and thankfully, there was another road right there, going a different way.

Makes sense. And that's all that counts.