Tuesday, July 29th: Salt Lake City, UT or … almost in prison?

Today we’ll be back on the saddle of Sweet Machine. My woman buys her train ticket at the hotel stop. We need to take two trains, getting off at 600 East. As a good person, my woman throws her used ticket in the trash can – we do not need it anymore. At the end of the train platform a police woman stops her. “Where’s your ticket?” “Euhhh I’ve just thrown it in the trash can”. She seems to have a hard time believing my woman and gets another police man. He asks my woman for her passport and tells her she’s just getting a warning this time… My woman does not agree with that! “But I had a ticket and I’ve just thrown it in the trash can up there!”, she keeps repeating. Finally the man walks towards the trash can. “Do you see it”, he asks my woman. She is getting desperate, because she doesn’t. But the police man has better eyes, puts his arm in the trash can, and picks up the ticket! “Woman, you have to keep this ticket. It’s is still good for another two hours! And you need to be able to show your ticket when you are on the platform”… My woman tells him, she will keep it now! So no warning… I can say my woman is glad she can cycle to the hotel and doesn’t need to ride the train in the city anymore. But before leaving the center, my woman buys some food to take to the hotel. When we get out, it is pouring. There goes our ride to Emigration Canyon. Some streets are flooding already and my woman hurries to the hotel.