Limited Usefulness of Supercars

By Martin Swig

While streaking across Montana at 120 mph in my son’s Subaru Impreza, we discussed the advantages of having a much faster car. A few miles later, we crested a rise just as a Montana Highway Patrol car appeared from the opposite direction. The cop apparently had his radar off, because otherwise our Valentine One would have warned us. Taking no chances, we turned onto a farm road and disappeared before the cop had time to turn around and give chase. Fortunately, the Subaru is medium metallic gray – a very plain-Jane looking car. For fifteen minutes, we paralleled the main road on a farm road about five miles north, then rejoined the main road.