Race_Harley
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Yeah, it happened. Popo somehow caught me off guard and handed me a Certificate of Speed aka speeding ticket this past Monday afternoon at lunchtime. See, let me say that my mind was busy thinking of something else other than looking for where the police may be hiding.
The story goes like this:
I rode the 'Busa to work on Monday because I've been feeling good about myself testing the bike's limits along with what I'm willing to do. So, here it is, I'm on the Nothern State Pkway heading east, buzzing along at a nice clip, minding my business, testing the upper limits of my courage and the bike's three-digit speedo range. The parkway merges with Rt 454 where traffic gets a little heavy and I have to slow to the cage's speed. I dip to the left and right to get to the destination I have my mind wrapped around when I come to a red light at Rt 454 and Rt 111. As I whiteline to the front to get around the cages with their oblivious drivers, a Suffolk County Police Squad Car pulls up from the right shoulder, cuts off the right and middle lane, hits the "whoop whoop", sticks his head and arm out the window, and screams, "Rider, pull it over right there!". The light changes and I make a beeline for the shoulder as he flips on the lights. Comes over, "License and registration!". "Officer, I was only trying to get in front of these people!" He goes to the car, runs the numbers. I pull the key and put it on my left leg so he sees I'm not going to run. A few minutes later, he comes over and says,"You know, I watched you for a while and I could give you a bunch of tickets, but I'm a rider also and I've been a police officer for 16 years, so I'm giving you this one ticket, a speeding ticket (70 in a 55 Zone). Take this and SLOW DOWN!" I know where he's coming from, thank him for not giving me more and after he complements me for having a nice bike, he tells me again SLOW DOWN! I wave as he drives off and say to myself, "Yeah, check yourself, someone's giving you a message, heed the warning before it's too late." That cop probably saved my life because I was planning to continue what I already start this past weekend. I was on the fine parkways and expressways of Long Island cracking the 160+ MPH limits of my bike. At that speed, one bad move and call the fire truck to hose me to the curb. Yeah, I'm slowing down, I got the message loud and clear... for now. LOL I'm keeping slow for a minute. I just bought a '92 Formula Firebird... think I'll play with that for a minute. Until next time... I bid you peace!
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The story goes like this:
I rode the 'Busa to work on Monday because I've been feeling good about myself testing the bike's limits along with what I'm willing to do. So, here it is, I'm on the Nothern State Pkway heading east, buzzing along at a nice clip, minding my business, testing the upper limits of my courage and the bike's three-digit speedo range. The parkway merges with Rt 454 where traffic gets a little heavy and I have to slow to the cage's speed. I dip to the left and right to get to the destination I have my mind wrapped around when I come to a red light at Rt 454 and Rt 111. As I whiteline to the front to get around the cages with their oblivious drivers, a Suffolk County Police Squad Car pulls up from the right shoulder, cuts off the right and middle lane, hits the "whoop whoop", sticks his head and arm out the window, and screams, "Rider, pull it over right there!". The light changes and I make a beeline for the shoulder as he flips on the lights. Comes over, "License and registration!". "Officer, I was only trying to get in front of these people!" He goes to the car, runs the numbers. I pull the key and put it on my left leg so he sees I'm not going to run. A few minutes later, he comes over and says,"You know, I watched you for a while and I could give you a bunch of tickets, but I'm a rider also and I've been a police officer for 16 years, so I'm giving you this one ticket, a speeding ticket (70 in a 55 Zone). Take this and SLOW DOWN!" I know where he's coming from, thank him for not giving me more and after he complements me for having a nice bike, he tells me again SLOW DOWN! I wave as he drives off and say to myself, "Yeah, check yourself, someone's giving you a message, heed the warning before it's too late." That cop probably saved my life because I was planning to continue what I already start this past weekend. I was on the fine parkways and expressways of Long Island cracking the 160+ MPH limits of my bike. At that speed, one bad move and call the fire truck to hose me to the curb. Yeah, I'm slowing down, I got the message loud and clear... for now. LOL I'm keeping slow for a minute. I just bought a '92 Formula Firebird... think I'll play with that for a minute. Until next time... I bid you peace!
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