My grandmother lived in Independence VA overlooking the New River near 58. Trooper McKenzie lived the next knoll over. His son Randy was a good friend of mine. We grew up shooting guns and riding motorcycles all over that mountain and down by the river. I ate dinner with them occasionally. Knew them most of my young life.
My grandmother died in my early 20's and I was leaving Independence to head home. I had JUST past my grandmothers road and was about to cross the bridge at the New River.
I was going 61 in a 50 when I passed Trooper Mackenzie. He u-turned and came after me
He walked up, and I said "Hi Mr McKenzie" remember me?
"I'm sorry about your grandmother, please sign here"
Yeah...
I ended up in traffic school for a whole Saturday in Galax to keep THAT one from going on my insurance