Self - Narrator:
Of all the thankless jobs. You're supposed to be here to protect people, but they act like a cop was their natural enemy.
[pretty woman driving a car smiles at him]
Self - Narrator:
Well... most people. People who don't hate cops are scared of cops; they should be scared without 'em. You have to get off the highway occasionally or you'll find yourself leading a parade.
[pulls off road up to a vantage point overlooking the highway]
Self - Narrator:
That's what it is - a parade. Twenty-seven cars passing there every minute; average speed 51 miles an hour. Forty years ago, it was 8 cars a day; top speed 26 miles an hour. Fifty years ago, there were wagons averaging 26 miles a day. Sixty years ago, that road was a cattle trail. People traveling a thousand miles like they once went 50.
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