I'm thinking Texas has that market cornered. :mrgreen:
I can't even drive 6 miles up the highway without running into long-term major road construction. My Mom lives about 60 miles east of me, and when I go visit her every two weeks, it's a continuous string of projects, detours, and concrete pours for the entire drive, and has been for years.
What is Texas good at? Conditioning people to have attitude.
I was driving out to Abilene once and there was a stretch of highway near Gordon, TX (home of gas station/semi mechanic and not much else) that was under construction, allegedly. I say allegedly because even though there were orange barrels and signs, I saw no actual construction or equipment present. I guess they'd lowered the post speed limit because of the construction, so some genius had put black trash bags over the regular speed limit signs but had forgotten to put up temporary speed limit signs in their place. So the speed limit goes from 70 to (I'm later told) 60.
Having absolutely no clue what the speed limit was, I was going 80 (keeping pace, mind you).
As luck would have it, I got pulled over by a Palo Pinto county sheriff. The exchange went something like this:
Cop: Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over.
Me: No sir.
Cop: Well, ma'am, you were speeding. You were going 80. Do you know what the speed limit is?
Me: *pointing to trash-bag covered sign ahead* I don't, sir.
Cop: Ah, yeah...well...it isn't 80. It's 60 through here right now.
Me: I see, I didn't realize.
Cop: Can I get your license and insurance ma'am? Thanks, I'll be back.
At this point he goes to his car and does...whatever. About 5 minutes later he comes back to my window:
Cop: Ma'am, do you mind exiting the car and coming into the ditch over here? I'd like to talk to you
Me: *panicking* Sure, sir. *goes into ditch*
Cop: Ma'am, I need you to promise me you're going to watch your speed. It isn't safe to go 20 over the limit.
Me: Yes sir.
Cop: On any other day you'd get a ticket. But that lovely woman over there *points to chick sitting in the passenger seat of cop car*...that's my wife. And she said that I'm not allowed to give you a ticket today.
Me: Oh. Uhm...thank you?
Cop: Yeah, you see, ma'am...your name is the same as our daughter's, and the wife was feeling a little sentimental. You don't mess with her when she's sentimental.
Me: I understand, sir.
It was awesome. Best run in with the law EVER.