Speeding In Montana 1995

Once upon a time in Montana the speed limit was WHATEVER IS REASONABLE AND PROPER. In 1995 I was hauling on I-95 west of Butte, a favored drinking town in that state. 95 mph in a rented car with Ms. Carolina 1994 as co-pilot. Passing a piggyback rig I was surprised to see a Statue cooping off the semi's front bumper "Slow down," screamed Ms. Carolina. Strange since she drove with a lead foot. "Not a chance. Brake lights are a sign of guilt." We were both holding sippee cups from the Silver Dollar Bar, Butte's finest. 95 with the wind, sipping on my gin-tonic. No flashing lights. Montana. Nothing like it 1995. Ms. Carolina Yellowstone.