WALDEN — My eyes went directly from the flashing lights in my rear view mirror to my speedometer. The number there wasn’t good, and when the sheriff asked me if I knew how fast I was going, I was loath to repeat it. “Uh…faster than I should have been?” “Yes, and why were you going that speed?” The truth wasn’t much of an excuse. The stretch of Colorado 14 between Steamboat and Walden was straight, dry and empty that February day. If there was a reason I was speeding past the