True Story:
About 20 years ago, I lived in Tucson, AZ and worked at San Manual, AZ, north of Tucson. It was about a 25 - 30 minute ride to work on a hot (for then) Kaw 750 Triple down a straight desert highway with little traffic except for others like me who were bound for work at a huge copper mine in San Manual. It was a nice, warm Sunday morning and I settled into a comfortable cruise groove at about 95. The three cylinder Kaw hummed crisply and life was good. I came upon a line of cars ahead of me going the same direction and leaned out to pass--I could see for several miles with no on-coming traffic. They were running at about the speed limit (70) and I just cruised around them still going about 95. As I was about to pass the last, leading car, I glanced over at the driver and he was frantically pointing behind me. I looked in the mirror and... an Arizona trooper was rapidly approaching my tail with his lights flashing. Oh poop!
I pulled over, removed my helmet and prepared myself for the ass-chewing and ticket that would surely follow, maybe even arrest. He ran up to me, trembling heavily and red-faced with anger and adrenalin. He said "I've been chasing you for 14 miles and had to run over 125 to catch you!" Ohhhh, double poop! I couldn't say much. He had me.
Apparently that long, high speed run in the patrol car really shook him up as he VERY NERVOUSLY wrote me a ticket and released me. I went on to work and, days later, went to court. The judge asked how I pled to the speeding charge (while awaiting my turn in court, I had noticed an "anomaly" on the ticket and momma didn't raise no fools). "Not guilty, your Honor" was my reply. The judge said "The officer clocked you at 95 MPH!" I said "That may be your Honor, but he only cited me for doing 70 in a 95 MPH zone". The judge looked at the ticket again, smiled at me, and proclaimed "Case Dismissed"!
Greatly relieved, my eyes briefly met the officer's eyes. He sincerely wanted to strangle me.
About 20 years ago, I lived in Tucson, AZ and worked at San Manual, AZ, north of Tucson. It was about a 25 - 30 minute ride to work on a hot (for then) Kaw 750 Triple down a straight desert highway with little traffic except for others like me who were bound for work at a huge copper mine in San Manual. It was a nice, warm Sunday morning and I settled into a comfortable cruise groove at about 95. The three cylinder Kaw hummed crisply and life was good. I came upon a line of cars ahead of me going the same direction and leaned out to pass--I could see for several miles with no on-coming traffic. They were running at about the speed limit (70) and I just cruised around them still going about 95. As I was about to pass the last, leading car, I glanced over at the driver and he was frantically pointing behind me. I looked in the mirror and... an Arizona trooper was rapidly approaching my tail with his lights flashing. Oh poop!
I pulled over, removed my helmet and prepared myself for the ass-chewing and ticket that would surely follow, maybe even arrest. He ran up to me, trembling heavily and red-faced with anger and adrenalin. He said "I've been chasing you for 14 miles and had to run over 125 to catch you!" Ohhhh, double poop! I couldn't say much. He had me.
Apparently that long, high speed run in the patrol car really shook him up as he VERY NERVOUSLY wrote me a ticket and released me. I went on to work and, days later, went to court. The judge asked how I pled to the speeding charge (while awaiting my turn in court, I had noticed an "anomaly" on the ticket and momma didn't raise no fools). "Not guilty, your Honor" was my reply. The judge said "The officer clocked you at 95 MPH!" I said "That may be your Honor, but he only cited me for doing 70 in a 95 MPH zone". The judge looked at the ticket again, smiled at me, and proclaimed "Case Dismissed"!
Greatly relieved, my eyes briefly met the officer's eyes. He sincerely wanted to strangle me.
