Race_Harley
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Damn it! It almost happened again this morning. Here it is, I'm still healing from the first speeding ticket I've gotten on a bike on Monday and I almost get another one! I'm taking the bike to work this morning, getting more riding time in and I jump on the Southern State in Valley Stream. I see traffic's moving at a nice clip, I dip into traffic and move over to the left lane, then back to one of the middle lanes. As I come over the ridge in my tucked position. just getting ready to punch it, who do I see sitting facing me in a SUV at the end of the rest area? A NYS Trooper! Damn! As I approach, I see the wheels turn and the truck move towards the moving lanes of traffic. No need to run or think why he's coming out. I start to make my way towards the right shoulder and when I stop, he rushes up to me on the grass, rolls down the window, and says, "You have to slow down! Nice bike. Slow down!" I thank him, and ride away, using this as another warning. Close but no cigars. Whew!
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