Across America in the Ford Focus ST
It's one of TG magazine's greatest ever adventures: coast to coast across the US in the hot Ford. In five days...
Posted: 10 Oct 2013
So, inevitably, just past Montrose, it happened: whanging too fast down a lovely, open, curving road, and the telltale red-and-blue lights suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror.
The cop strode over to the car, tapping the bumper and fingering his gun. This is it, I thought, the moment we’re slapped in handcuffs and ordered to squeal like piggies. I lower the window reluctantly. “I’m not going to give you a ticket,” smiled the officer. A sneaky opening gambit. Maybe he’s playing good cop/bad cop. “Just wanted to let you know that speed is dangerous, but you already knew that, right?” Not delivered with menace, just earnest concern.
I assured him I already knew that. “Well, good,” he nodded. “Have a nice day.”