Get off your high horse

The other day, on our way into Prince George, BC we were pulled over by the RCMP. Now, you have to understand I grew up in Ontario, where -between the Metro Police and the OPP- you NEVER have an "interaction" with The Mounties unless: A) They are performing at The Ex. B) You are sleeping with the Prime Minister's wife. C) You embezzle $6B in a helicopter bid. ...so, to date my first hand experience of the Mounties extended only as far as Constable Dudley Doright of Rocky & Bullwinkle fame. You might imagine my surprise then when Officer Doright walked up to the EcoRoamer in his Oakley's and LiveStrong bracelet. This was actually the second time in my life that I've glanced in my mirrors to see a squad car turn on it's lights, and spin around on the highway in a cloud of tire smoke and confused motorists. The last time though I was in South Carolina at 2a.m. In my GTI with a girl named "Candi" in the back seat... But that's a different story. Anyhow it seems that some (ed: insane, miserable old granny) concerned citizen saw us going down the highway and called in to 911 to report that a "big scary military looking truck was headed in to town, and is going to kill somebody because it is swaying back and forth like a drunk." - Now, I know the frame mounts on the camper lean in some of the corners, but as far as I can tell in the last 60,000km of our trip we haven't killed anybody yet. ...and, I certainly wasn't drunk at 10:30 in the morning. Needless to say, officer doright pretty much blew it off, though he did follow us for a good 5km into town including through 2km of single-lane construction with traffic cones 103" apart from each other. I've never felt such pressure to stay exactly between the cones. Didn't touch a single one. Thanks lady.