Mr Droo
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I went riding for a while today, something like 300 miles. Not bad, not my best by a lot. I'm over in the Sandusky area in Erie County. I'm on route 60 on a 55 mph road. I'm coming over a nice hill on a long straightaway. At the top of the hill, I see a 5-0 chillin' at the bottom of the hill. I look at my GPS and I see I'm doing a few over the posted speed limit. I let off the throttle and "coast" past the officer. As soon as I pass him, I see the red and blue lights.
I'm not really worried, as I wasn't doing anything crazy or fast. I'm actually wondering why this bloke is pulling me over.
I stop and get the bike turned off. I get my gloves and helmet off too. The officer comes up to me and says, "nice day, isn't it?" Me, "yup." License and proof of insurance please. I get my wallet out and get my license and ins. out. He notices my work badge in my wallet. Immediately he says, "nope, I'm not giving you a ticket." "I'm not even going to tell you to slow down." "I pulled you over because I wanted to see your bike."
What?!
He says he rides as well, and one of his buddies has a Hayabusa too. "I know that thing doesn't like to go slow, does it?" At this point, I'm not going to incriminate myself and say, something like, "this thing will do more than triple the speed limit on this road."
We chat about bikes and I ask him about the roads nearby that he thinks are fun to ride. He gives me directions to a great road not 5 miles from where we're at. He asks about the mods I've done to my bike and all that jazz. We shake hands and he says, "I wanna hear those pipes scream."
I oblige as I ride off. What a great Labor Day Weekend so far!
I'm not really worried, as I wasn't doing anything crazy or fast. I'm actually wondering why this bloke is pulling me over.
I stop and get the bike turned off. I get my gloves and helmet off too. The officer comes up to me and says, "nice day, isn't it?" Me, "yup." License and proof of insurance please. I get my wallet out and get my license and ins. out. He notices my work badge in my wallet. Immediately he says, "nope, I'm not giving you a ticket." "I'm not even going to tell you to slow down." "I pulled you over because I wanted to see your bike."
What?!
He says he rides as well, and one of his buddies has a Hayabusa too. "I know that thing doesn't like to go slow, does it?" At this point, I'm not going to incriminate myself and say, something like, "this thing will do more than triple the speed limit on this road."
We chat about bikes and I ask him about the roads nearby that he thinks are fun to ride. He gives me directions to a great road not 5 miles from where we're at. He asks about the mods I've done to my bike and all that jazz. We shake hands and he says, "I wanna hear those pipes scream."
I oblige as I ride off. What a great Labor Day Weekend so far!
good deal, why cant i get that lucky?
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