Thirty years may have passed since I was on southbound motorcycle trip into California. I had stopped at the northern most rest area on Interstate 5 when an army van stopped. Five prisoners, four men and one woman got out, snapped to, and awaited instructions. From my strategic location I was fortunate enough to see one of the men grab the woman prison’s ass. The female MP saw it too.

“GIVE ME TEN!” she shouted.

I saw no remorse on the man’s face as he dropped to the ground and complied.

After the pit stop was complete everyone was ordered back in the van and they resumed their southbound journey.