Well, almost. This happened on May 16, 1979. I had been transferred from Northglenn, Colorado, down to Colorado Springs. I was supposed to take the bus. But we had a car, and it was not that long of a drive, so my companion and I decided to just drive me down there. So we’re going south on I-25, and I glance over to the right, and in the lane next to us is our mission president, tooling along in his car! Holy crap! Here is my epic journal entry recounting this experience:
Well, here I sit at the bus station in [Colorado] Springs. What a day! After we finally got out of Northglenn, we drove right by Pres. on I25!!! Whew–I don’t think he saw us.
Then, just north of Springs, I got a ticket–I was doing 74! There goes $25–and my Illinois safety citation.
We went to Sister [Name Omitted]‘s, and she brought me to the depo. I hope they’ll believe I came by bus–if not, I’m shot!
I did this kind of stuff all the time. I had a woman take me to the bus station so people would think I had taken the bus. And my companion would have driven back to Northglenn by himself. It just never occurred to me not to do this kind of stuff.
And I can’t believe a speeding ticket was only $25. Man, that makes me feel old!