Well, thought it never happen - but got a ticket speculating 86mph in a 55mph zone.
Wrapping up the days drive turning onto my street I rev up to what I thought was 70 ish untill I caught up with the flow of traffic going rought 60mph. Just at that time I see the police pass by and I was braking down to the flow as he passed me. 3 miles later as I'm pulling up my driveway I hear his sirens with the order to stop. Scared the crap out of me and I was hesitant to stop because of my driveway going up hill on gravel. He sounds the siren again and of coarse I stop fighting to keep the bike upright. The bike begins to slide down hill and I'm doing everything in my power to hold the bike up. At this time the police man was behind his door with his hand on his holster telling me to get off the bike and come down here. I yelled through my helmet that "I live here" and I cant hold the bike up on this incline. He again tells me to get off the bike and come down here. I then proceeded to tell him that hie was going to have to shoot me cause I'm not getting off my bike on this gravel and the bike was heavy. So I slowly back down the bike still attempting not to let it drop working my way down the hill struggling as Johny Five is still behind his door watching me struggle with the bike telling me to leave it and come down here. I was'nt about to leave my bike in the gravel on my driveway. Well, I lost footing and did everything in my power to keep the bike up, pulled a hamstring to boot but I did not let my baby hit the gravel. About a good five minutes later as I'm inching my bike down backwards I get to a spot where I could at least find a rock and put the kick stand down with it still in gear.
Soon as that happens he asks me what am I doing up here and why was I running????????????><<<????????
Told him I lived here and I was coming home for the day. He tells me that he has these kind of bikes running from them all day long and asks me if I'm alright as the sweat pours down my face from the struggle. Said he was'nt about to come up the hill because I could of had a gun and shot him.. YEAH RIGHT... I'm gonna pull a gun while I'm fighting a 560lb beast on an incline... God it pissed me off, as he did'nt put on his sirens nor did I know he even turned around, I was just going on home. Well I took some photos of where I was stopped in my driveway and you can see the skids of the havock played trying to get the bike to safety...
Fight or Pay? 264.00 ticket.
Damn this sucks... See you at the bash tomarrow...?
Wrapping up the days drive turning onto my street I rev up to what I thought was 70 ish untill I caught up with the flow of traffic going rought 60mph. Just at that time I see the police pass by and I was braking down to the flow as he passed me. 3 miles later as I'm pulling up my driveway I hear his sirens with the order to stop. Scared the crap out of me and I was hesitant to stop because of my driveway going up hill on gravel. He sounds the siren again and of coarse I stop fighting to keep the bike upright. The bike begins to slide down hill and I'm doing everything in my power to hold the bike up. At this time the police man was behind his door with his hand on his holster telling me to get off the bike and come down here. I yelled through my helmet that "I live here" and I cant hold the bike up on this incline. He again tells me to get off the bike and come down here. I then proceeded to tell him that hie was going to have to shoot me cause I'm not getting off my bike on this gravel and the bike was heavy. So I slowly back down the bike still attempting not to let it drop working my way down the hill struggling as Johny Five is still behind his door watching me struggle with the bike telling me to leave it and come down here. I was'nt about to leave my bike in the gravel on my driveway. Well, I lost footing and did everything in my power to keep the bike up, pulled a hamstring to boot but I did not let my baby hit the gravel. About a good five minutes later as I'm inching my bike down backwards I get to a spot where I could at least find a rock and put the kick stand down with it still in gear.
Soon as that happens he asks me what am I doing up here and why was I running????????????><<<????????
Told him I lived here and I was coming home for the day. He tells me that he has these kind of bikes running from them all day long and asks me if I'm alright as the sweat pours down my face from the struggle. Said he was'nt about to come up the hill because I could of had a gun and shot him.. YEAH RIGHT... I'm gonna pull a gun while I'm fighting a 560lb beast on an incline... God it pissed me off, as he did'nt put on his sirens nor did I know he even turned around, I was just going on home. Well I took some photos of where I was stopped in my driveway and you can see the skids of the havock played trying to get the bike to safety...
Fight or Pay? 264.00 ticket.
Damn this sucks... See you at the bash tomarrow...?
cop for a mile or so...my saga continues..btw, i didn't get a ticket for anything, this will and is costing me alot...hopefully, it'll be resolved by summer, with no conviction.
