Cop state

She didn't need the huge roadside sign to know she'd left West Virginia. It was clear as day she was now driving in Virginia. Exactly four seconds after driving past the welcome sign, she saw her first cop of the so-far-eleven-hour trip, pulled over on the Interstate shoulder behind a blue van. Two minutes later she saw another, hidden behind a slight hill in the median. "I hate driving in this state," she exclaimed after spotting a third cop car three more miles down the road. "Someone else better get ready to drive cause I'm done. I'm pulling into that rest stop up ahead. Virginia's the worst place for cops. Well, after Collegedale, that is."