Just returned from working on the property at LA Bay. I'm hauling ass trying to get home by midnight last night, going through the little village just south of San Quintin before heading up towards El Rosario. It's the one with the small topes that cause you to slow thinking there will be a big one, but there isn't. Anyways, a big rig has slowed for the topes so I hop in the left lane and pass him and there's a policia sitting right there watching. Busted! I was moving pretty fast in the Excursion. He pulls me over, I'm thinking I'm f'd for at least $50. He walks up to my window, sticks his hand out to shake, says hi, and tells me to slow down. Another hand shake and he's gone. WTF! That's why I love Baja. In the US my stupid ass would be sitting in traffic school with a bunch of bimbos telling their frigging life stories and me out of $300. Baja's all right by me.