Not a good one, but here's my first one:
I'm cruising down the highway, within a year of getting the bike. It was a 4-lane divided hwy with a real wide median. I'm tooling through traffic, making a DAMNED good clip, when I look in the mirror and see a cop with the gumball machines on. He's got to be almost a mile back, and I could have easily gotten away, but I've never been a felon before (well . . .) and I wasn't going to start now. I released my death-grip on the fast handle and slowed to a comfortable pace.
He gets right behind me (of course). I got left and stopped in the median (I decided to go left just to get his heart going). I kill the engine, dismount and start taking me helmet off. He walks up to me withthe cop's smirk and says, "Good morning. How fast you going today?" I told him that I honestly had no idea . . . the speedos on Japanese bikes are notoriously inaccurate.
He says, "Well, I don't know either. These guns don't really pick up those bikes that well. I knew that either you or that car were rolling pretty fast and well . . . you know . . . I stopped the bike. Stereotypes. Most likley you were the faster of the two."
(duh . . . 'that car' has yet to pass us, Dr. Observation)
He continues, "I'm not going to write you a ticket. I just felt that I should stop you and give you a warning. Like I said . . . I don't know how fast you were going, but I bet you have some idea. Slow down."
Best guess: 115? 125?
Kicker: I was in my fire district, and he was a town cop. I had my FD T-Shirt on. All I had to do was un-zip and let 'er show.
1) Most likely wouldn't get a ticket no matter what. Small towns LOVE nepotism.
2) My Chief would literally fry me if he had any idea. I'd get hosed every drill, I'd get the nastiest jobs after calls, etc.
I have also left a light and opened it up in 2nd gear . . . only to have some smart-a$$ keeping pace (well . . .as much as a cage can) . . . when I slow to let them catch up for 'the throttle goose,' I take a look to see what kind of car is trying to keep up: Unmarked Cruiser!! :shock:
He gave me the horizontal-hand-moving-in-an-up-and-down-fashion, as if to say "Slow it down."
Oooooh!!! Almost forgot about deputy dog and his beer gut. I posted about that. I'll find the link and re-share.
[EDIT: From the other post]
I have this ‘path’ that I usually ride (almost every Saturday and Sunday morning). I leave my house, cross the highway, and immediately hit the curvy roads that run up and down the bluffs north of Memphis. Saturday morning, I changed it up a bit, by going south first, then north . . . anyway. As I rounded a corner on one of the rural, curvy roads that I ride on, there’s a white car parked in the other lane. As soon I round the corner, it lights up like a Christmas Tree . . . a freaking blue one.
I pull alongside the car (which is facing the opposite direction) and look in to see a fat, shirtless, hillbilly cop. I’m a fireman, and I’m in my own district, so I know exactly who this guy is. He’s a badass to put it lightly. He’s an undercover narc, whose brother was shot and killed two years ago during a drug sting gone bad. He ahs a very bad attitude about life in general, let alone his job. Anyway . . .
I have my helmet on, so he doesn’t recognize me as one of the local firemen. He looks at me and says, “Slow it DOWN!!” He YELLS (screams?) the word “down.” Okay, that scared the crap out of me. For those of you that don’t know (all of you) Tipton County is one of those backwards, Deliverance-type counties, where the cops do what they want to whoever they want. I slowly shook my head “yes,” and rode off as slow as the bike was capable of. I could see where his tires had run over the dewy grass from the house he was parked in front of. It is apparently his house, as the tire marks lead up to the garage, which is usually closed (to hide his undercover wheels, I’m guessing).
Evidently, I have been shooting past his house (it’s in a straight) almost every Saturday for the last couple of years . . . and he’s tired of it. I don’t blame him. When I passed his house on Sunday, I went 35 mph, and I think that’s a pretty good speed for that area . . . now.
It ain't his house. He lives down the street. This happened pretty early in the morning, yet his car had obviously just left that other residence. Maybe he has a girlfriend there.