Mikey D
Registered
So I'm riding home from work (side job - 35 miles from home)Monday evening, it's 7:30 PM and I'm feelin a bit frisky. 78 degrees out and a perfect night for a ride. Havent ridden Suzie in too many months and I'm enjoyin life. Speed limit on Rt 10 is 55 and I'm doing a polite 80-85 ish.
Now, usually passsin someone involves twistin just a bit harder, but tonight, in the unusually chiper mood I'm in, I signal, down shift once and twist it real good.
(yeah, yeah I know, watch your grammer Mikey)
I get where I want to be (in front of that slow cage) and throttle it back down to my prior respectful speed.
After passin this lucky individual in lane #2 (there's 4 lanes + a HOV lane (HOV stands for Mikey's private lane) I'm wantin to get into the HOV lane. Fortunately there's two more peeps just wantin to be passed.
Well...
I politely signal my intent to change lanes, click down two more times, and quickly rotate the right hand grip towards myself until it can rotate no more. (anyone out there ever nail it while doing 80 in third? Bwahahaha!) I take it to the top of third while passing these lucky individuals
(Luck is in the eye of the be-holder, behold Suzie with the titanium 2 bros racing exhaust, winding up third with the front wheel in the air! Not a 12 o-clock, but a real nice 8-10 inches off the ground.)
Boy do I love this bike!
Once again I get where I wanna be and throttle back to my formally reasonable 80-85ish and proceed to cruise along in my own private lane.
I occasionally glance in my sideview (Yep, here it comes) and I see a single headlight, far away, approaching at a high rate of speed. I can tell it's not a rocket cause of the very stable, non-jttery way the light is moving. I figure it's gotta be a cruiser, Goldwing type-o-bike so's I'm not gonna be doing the high speed traffic dance, and I don't accelerate to meet em. (Lucky for me!)
As they approach I move over to give this person some room and notice the headlight is gone from my mirror. I figure this means they are comming up along side on my left and I signal and move over (yes out of my very own lane) to lane #4. As I am changing lanes I see the blue & red pinball's light up.
I know we've all been there, done sumptin seriously in violation of our silly traffic laws & see those lights light up. My heart starts beatin even faster and I figure I'm gonna see handcuffs, or at the very least a criminal speeding ticket...
I motion to the cop with my left hand as to which side he would like me to pull over. He looks at me, frowns, (Ohh sh!t in spades!) pauses for a second and then with a downward pointing motion, points at his gauges. Then rides away.
Folks, he let me off!
Now I don't know how fast I was going. (OK class, who can tell me what the top of 3rd gear is with stock sprockets?) But I know he saw me light her up. And I know I was more than double the speed limit. And I was doing more than 25 over the limit when he came up on me. The only thing I can figure is he saw me signal each time I changing lanes, and I wasn't being a prime ice-hole and weaving through traffic. Maybe he saw the bike and had so much respect for the Busa he gave me a break? Maybe he just got some nookie and was feeling good himself?
Who knows.
But I'd personally like to thank him, and all the other LEO out there who have cut someone a break.
I still love this bike!
Now, usually passsin someone involves twistin just a bit harder, but tonight, in the unusually chiper mood I'm in, I signal, down shift once and twist it real good.
(yeah, yeah I know, watch your grammer Mikey)
I get where I want to be (in front of that slow cage) and throttle it back down to my prior respectful speed.
After passin this lucky individual in lane #2 (there's 4 lanes + a HOV lane (HOV stands for Mikey's private lane) I'm wantin to get into the HOV lane. Fortunately there's two more peeps just wantin to be passed.
Well...
I politely signal my intent to change lanes, click down two more times, and quickly rotate the right hand grip towards myself until it can rotate no more. (anyone out there ever nail it while doing 80 in third? Bwahahaha!) I take it to the top of third while passing these lucky individuals
(Luck is in the eye of the be-holder, behold Suzie with the titanium 2 bros racing exhaust, winding up third with the front wheel in the air! Not a 12 o-clock, but a real nice 8-10 inches off the ground.)
Boy do I love this bike!
Once again I get where I wanna be and throttle back to my formally reasonable 80-85ish and proceed to cruise along in my own private lane.
I occasionally glance in my sideview (Yep, here it comes) and I see a single headlight, far away, approaching at a high rate of speed. I can tell it's not a rocket cause of the very stable, non-jttery way the light is moving. I figure it's gotta be a cruiser, Goldwing type-o-bike so's I'm not gonna be doing the high speed traffic dance, and I don't accelerate to meet em. (Lucky for me!)
As they approach I move over to give this person some room and notice the headlight is gone from my mirror. I figure this means they are comming up along side on my left and I signal and move over (yes out of my very own lane) to lane #4. As I am changing lanes I see the blue & red pinball's light up.
I know we've all been there, done sumptin seriously in violation of our silly traffic laws & see those lights light up. My heart starts beatin even faster and I figure I'm gonna see handcuffs, or at the very least a criminal speeding ticket...
I motion to the cop with my left hand as to which side he would like me to pull over. He looks at me, frowns, (Ohh sh!t in spades!) pauses for a second and then with a downward pointing motion, points at his gauges. Then rides away.
Folks, he let me off!
Now I don't know how fast I was going. (OK class, who can tell me what the top of 3rd gear is with stock sprockets?) But I know he saw me light her up. And I know I was more than double the speed limit. And I was doing more than 25 over the limit when he came up on me. The only thing I can figure is he saw me signal each time I changing lanes, and I wasn't being a prime ice-hole and weaving through traffic. Maybe he saw the bike and had so much respect for the Busa he gave me a break? Maybe he just got some nookie and was feeling good himself?
Who knows.
But I'd personally like to thank him, and all the other LEO out there who have cut someone a break.
I still love this bike!
