After a huge breakfast and couple of false starts, we finally got past Ormond Beach, going home. Fueling up your car is expensive, in Florida... but then, everything is expensive in Florida!
Other than tiring, the trip home was mostly uneventful. There were a couple of exceptions, though.
As we puttered out way North on our favorite route, approaching the major metropolitan city of Tarrytown (population 100, as of the year 2000 census), we were passed, at a significantly greater speed, by someone else going in our direction. Only a moment later, the County Sheriff crested the hill in front of us, going the other way.
Now the Sherriff didn't stop, nor did he appreciably slow down, or even turn on his lights, so we promptly dismissed the incident from our consciousness. Approaching Tarrytown, however, it has always been my habit to closely observe the speed limit, as said Sheriff, or one of his deputies, has frequently been known to sit parked in the railway right-of-way, awaiting the passing of unwary motorists.
Accordingly, I decelerated, and made my way through the short segment of highway that ran through the town. About halfway through, I was surprised to notice in my rearview mirror, that the Sheriff had apparently turned around, and was following me.
Being a prudent driver, I was careful to strictly observe the speed limit for the entire time, but I wondered why the Sheriff didn't pass me at first opportunity, in order to pursue the individual who had been speeding. He finally did pass me, just before we entered the next town, and at that point, appeared to begin following the other car.
Upon entering Soperton, both the Sheriff and his presumed prey proceeded through a traffic light, but almost immediately, the Sheriff performed a U-turn, and then entered the left turn lane. Since I had to make a right turn at that same light, that maneuver enabled him to resume tailing me, which he did, well into the next County.
By this time I was suspicious of everything that was happening, so it came as no surprise when, after passing through Adrian, yet another County away from my first observation of an escort, I looked in the rearview to find, again, that I was being tailed by law enforcement. This situation persisted until well after I passed through the town of Warthen.
I can't for the life of me understand the sudden interest that those officers acquired in my nearly-ten-year-old Honda CRV! Not once was I stopped, so whatever issues they had must have been pretty weak, but they surely wasted a lot of time following me...
The only other interesting thing that happened was our brief sojourn at Holcomb's Barbecue, just North of White Plains. We've been driving our favored route past this restaurant for over thirty years, but since they only open on Friday and Saturday, we never were in the vicinity when they were serving. This time, we actually did get to stop and get some of their food. The barbecue was good, and the sauce was different from most. We also tried their Brunswick Stew, and it was good, but not exceptional, in our opinions.
As we left Holcomb's, it was ironic that a Georgia State Patrol officer turned in, apparently for lunch!
We arrived at our home around 6:15 PM, and collapsed from fatigue. We'll be here for awhile, taking care of business that we had to let lie while we were away.
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