We leave early in the morning and we stop a few times. We listen to music and joke and talk. We sit in silence and watch the landscape change. We do everything that we can think of. It’s a very long drive.
It’s hard not to speed on the I-5 between San Francisco and Los Angeles and I find myself hovering around 85 mph. The speed limit is 70.
We are two hours outside of LA when I see flashing lights in my rearview. I pull over. The cop comes around the car. “You’ve been pulled over for speeding. Where you headed?” he says.
“Long drive,” I explain. He nods. He sees the camera and asks what we are shooting. I explain that we are working on a documentary about an alleged murder.
“Trying to catch him,” I joke about the speeding. He smiles and returns to his car.
A few minutes later he hands me my license and registration back. “Slow down a little bit.”
I am incredibly thankful and bleary eyed by the time we roll into LA, fifteen hours after we left Trinidad
It fits the timeline and gives me chills.