The sun begins to set as I enter the northern range of the Flaming Gorge. I'm not far from Rock Springs, WY, the town where I received my last performance award. I was riding home from the Curve Cowboy Reunion rally and got Instant-on'ed by the Wyoming Highway Patrol. The annoying thing was that I was pacing a semi-trailer gravel truck about 1,000 feet in front of me, and he didn't shoot it. He saw the motorcycle, (which is considerably less dangerous than a semi-truck at the same speed) and popped me. Just doesn't make sense, other than the truck was likely a local, and a motorcycle is likely to be tourist. Guess who gets targeted?