So......................back in 1988 I had my 1986 Blue/White 750 Slabside
Drove my 12 year old little brother a couple miles down the road, Stop the bike, he jumps off and 3-4 of his buddies come out and egg me on to :"pop a wheelie) so I am on a culdesack I try a couple time but the cold rear tire would not allow it, just then one of the neibors comes out and says to me "what the %F&^& are you trying to do, arrogant me busts out with why what are you a F^^78ing cop? he takes his badge out and says...why yes I am.. He asks for my ID.
"I don't have it on me" (under suspension for failure to pay uninspected ticket)
no motorcycle endorsment if it was valid
so when he asks my name I blurt out John's, guy smiles and says really, okay address? I draw a total blank....um....ah that street behind Bla Bla store.....Oh really he says.....cause I am his godfather....OH poop
only me
only a few hours in local lockup that night , just a fine and back tickets, right as rain again.... then I got my MC endorsment and the squidding REALLY started
running from the police on a YSR50
YSR50....
Rubb.