It must have been 85 in a 75 then. I came over a ridge going 90 as I passed someone then got trapped in the left lane with like 5 cars in the right lane going 75 exactly with the sherrif at the lead. Felt like I'd look too guilty if I hit the brakes and got back in line just because I saw the sherrif. I just crept along at like 76 and slowly passed them and immediately got lit up. He was like I got you going 85 but we both know it was faster than that. Obviously really stupid in retrospect. Not really the point anyway, I was speeding however way you look at it. The point was that I told a sherrif in rural Colorado that I was on my way to go to Colorado.