I like the "I didn't know I was being pursued" angle.
I thought Montana didn't have speed limits.
In the late 1960's I worked in Northeast Montana, driving several hundred miles each day. The speed limits then were "Resonable and Prudent." We would routinely drive 75 to 80 on most roads where conditions allowed it. I only saw one accident in two years and it was more alcohol related than speed.
Reminds me of an incident that happened to a friend who lives out in the desert. He had some kind of insanely overpowered car back then. He was tooling along in the middle of nowhere at about 130+. He saw the red and blues appear in the rear-view mirror, then recede into the distance.
He pulled over and waited for the trooper to catch up. Trooper wrote him down to 85 in exchange for the courtesy.
I'm late, I'm late
For a very important date
No time to say "Hello", "Goodbye"
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, I'm overdue
I'm really stew
No time to say "Goodbye", "Hello"
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late
Assuming everything in the article is true, I would hope that the trooper just let him off with a warning. Last time I drove through Montana (at night), my biggest concern was hitting a deer on the highway.
Apropos of speeding, anyone have good suggestions for radar detectors? (They would at least let you know that the police are following you!)