The South Dakota Bumper Sticker Police
The truck with all its bumper stickers, circa South Dakota, 2015 I am not a fast driver. It is one of the traits of my dad, like premature hair loss or a habit of filling barns with antique knick knacks, that appeared a little earlier than I had hoped. I tend to drive just a hair under the speed limit, mostly because I am rarely in a hurry. In fact I have been pulled over twice for going under the speed limit. In our modern world, driving slowly is suspicious, or so a friendly South Dakota police officer once informed me. So are bumper stickers, no matter what they say. An old friend shared a song with me the other day that brought to mind a memorable experience with the South Dakota Bumper Sticker Police (SDBSP for short). We were headed north on I-29 near Brookings, South Dakota on a blustery but sunny August afternoon. The posted speed limit was 80; I was driving a hair over 70. I had the windows down, arm dangling, Marshall Tucker Band turned up to max volume. My scruffy hair wa