Martha's Cafe in Blackfoot, Idaho
Uniroyal Gas Stations commissioned for these giant women to be fixtures at all their stations. Some have been lain to rest at their respective city dumps while others have been reborn as mascots to other businesses.
One lucky Uniroyal gal has been given an upgrade with a new blond hairdo and is how hoisting a platter of food for Martha's Cafe in Blackfoot, Idaho. Because my itinerary only allowed me a short 1/2 hour stop at Martha's, I didn't have time to sample any of her meals. However, there was a large number of Harleys outside in the parking lot -- along with several minivans -- which tells me that bikers and soccer moms must appreciate the fine fixin's Martha's offers. If I ever go through Blackfoot again, I'll be sure to actually go in and eat.
The first image is her "before" photo while the others are the ones I took outside Martha's Cafe.
Random Drug Search along Highway 40 in Utah
Well this certainly wasn't on the scheduled itinerary! Driving along the Highway, which is a
beautiful stetch of Northeastern Utah, I approach a sign that says: "Roadwork ahead. Slow."
As I near the crest of a hill I see another sign: "Prepare to stop." As I come over the top
of the hill, I see that the state police have set up a roadblock on the side of the highway
heading east and are stopping every single car. Frantically wiggling into my seatbelt, I spot
a handful of people in handcuffs sitting in the dirt. How long's this gonna take, I wonder.
I've got about 300 miles before I reach the campground in Vernal. Rats.
After pulling to the side of the road and handing over my driver's license, registration
and proof of insurance, I answer the routine questions "Where are you going?" "How long are
you staying there?" "Where are you from?" "How long have you lived there?", etc.
Not wanting to spend the next few days as a guest at one of Utah's county jails, I put on
my most friendly face and ask the officer what this was all about.
"Well, ma'am, every couple months we get an injunction from a judge and come out here and
pull everyone over to make sure no one's transporting drugs or driving under the influence."
"Ohhhh," I say, giving him my 'I'm-Impressed' face. "Good idea!"
About 10 minutes later, my paperwork is given back to me and I'm given the go-ahead to
move along. Welcome to Utah, folks!
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