Dippity-Dawg

So here I am this afternoon (Tuesday, March 18, 2008) walking our dog Killian. —Up the street to Michael Prouty Park and back.
Dippity-Dawg is sitting in the trailer-place taking pictures.
I cross the highway to start walking back home.
A silver Accord blasts by, doing about 60 mph. The speed-limit on the highway in front of our house is 40 mph.
It’s raining slightly; the pavement is wet.
Suddenly I hear an angry moan from up the road. Dippity-Dawg has the pedal-to-the-metal on his white Crown Vic — no lights, no siren.
The Crown Vic upshifts at about 5,000 rpm, and blasts by at about 75-80 mph.
So much for the 40 mph speed-limit; Dippity-Dawg is in hot pursuit. Giant streamers of water were spinning off his tires.
I’m glad we were on the shoulder. —Again, no lights, no siren.
Who’s at fault here; the Accord or the Git-R-Dun Dippity? Maybe the trap should be a two-car detail, with the second car down at the motorbike store.

“Michael Prouty Park” is a small Town of West Bloomfield park, located about a half-mile south of our house on N.Y. State Route 65. It’s behind a house-trailer store.

The “motorbike store” (Cycle Enterprises) is about a quarter-mile north of our house on Route 65.