Wow. What a day. Everyone got a ticket. Absolutely everyone. Noone went without some form of law enforcement citation.
Well, almost everyone.
After a slow-but-steady stint from my stay on 94 in Jackson, I flew into Chicago under police escort until my escort was called away to something more important. Unfortunately, feeling brazen from my previous good run in with the police, I sped by... wait for it... wait for it... a Police station at about 120 mph on a side road.
The units pursued, guns blazing... again... no tickets issued but a lot of confused, unhappy officers.
On the plus side, the House of Blues is pretty killer, as these pictures show.
Do you know where you can find more Bullrun photos? Wait for it... wait for it... Flickr.