I've been meaning to tell this, but with the mods, and the subsequent starting issues, I've been a little busy.
Last Tuesday I was heading to work on the busa. It's about 5:00AM, so there's not much traffic on the road. I'm cruising along, and what do I see sitting in the median with all the lights off? Five-O of course.
As soon as I pass him, I see his brake lights go on to start his car. I just went ahead and pulled over before he even got the blue lights going. I saw another cop up the road in a parking lot, so I pull in next to him, shut it down and take off the gear to get to my license and insurance.
He pulls up as soon as I get my wallet out from under the back seat. Of course, the blues are going nice now and the conversation kind of goes like this.
Officer: Do you know why I pulled you over.
paistes: I got a good idea.
Officer: I clocked you doing 73.
paistes: What's the speed limit? (all the while I'm thinking I'm glad I got it slowed down that much)
Officer: 45
Now all I can think of is how much my insurance is going to go up and how much this ticket is going to cost. He hands me back the insurance card and goes back to his car with my license. I realize that it will take him a little bit to write out the ticket, so I break out a smoke. I don't even get it lit and he comes back to me and says that I'm having an unbelievably lucky day, and he "lost" his pen. I'm not about to point out that it is in his shirt pocket right next to his badge. He hands me back my license and says slow it down.
Uh, understatement of the day. So, most of the cops around here aren't too bad. I've heard many of the sport bikers say they were pretty cool.
I guess this is a good wake up call, that I can't be blowing through these little Alabama towns in triple digits.
Last Tuesday I was heading to work on the busa. It's about 5:00AM, so there's not much traffic on the road. I'm cruising along, and what do I see sitting in the median with all the lights off? Five-O of course.
As soon as I pass him, I see his brake lights go on to start his car. I just went ahead and pulled over before he even got the blue lights going. I saw another cop up the road in a parking lot, so I pull in next to him, shut it down and take off the gear to get to my license and insurance.
He pulls up as soon as I get my wallet out from under the back seat. Of course, the blues are going nice now and the conversation kind of goes like this.
Officer: Do you know why I pulled you over.
paistes: I got a good idea.
Officer: I clocked you doing 73.
paistes: What's the speed limit? (all the while I'm thinking I'm glad I got it slowed down that much)
Officer: 45
Now all I can think of is how much my insurance is going to go up and how much this ticket is going to cost. He hands me back the insurance card and goes back to his car with my license. I realize that it will take him a little bit to write out the ticket, so I break out a smoke. I don't even get it lit and he comes back to me and says that I'm having an unbelievably lucky day, and he "lost" his pen. I'm not about to point out that it is in his shirt pocket right next to his badge. He hands me back my license and says slow it down.
Uh, understatement of the day. So, most of the cops around here aren't too bad. I've heard many of the sport bikers say they were pretty cool.
I guess this is a good wake up call, that I can't be blowing through these little Alabama towns in triple digits.
