So yesterday, I head out at lunch for the tanning bed...hey, it beats spending money at the local grease pit for a lunch!
Anyway, I park the Busa and note the two State Trooper cars parked in front of me...they're inside a local joint, eating lunch, so I figure they'll be gone before I get out; no worries about being hassled by the man, right?
I walk back out and note the cars haven't left, so I put on my gear and decide I'm heading out before they see me...wouldn't you know it?! I just put my helmet on and start the Busa when one of the Troopers walks to his car. He looks at me, my bike, and I'm thinking "great, here it comes...he's going to head over, note the illegal license plate and wonder where in the hell my county and state inspection stickers are (under the front cowl where you can't see 'em, thank you)", but all he does is yell "you'd better be careful on that thing!" I smile and reply "always am", then climb on.
By the time I pull out of the parking lot, I see his buddy has joined him for a smoke before resuming duty, and I was a good girl when I started shifting through the gears at non break-neck speed to avoid pissing 'em off...oh, and I started to wonder if my exhaust is illegal too...didn't want to wind through the gears to draw their attention to that either...
I don't know what it is lately, but I feel as if I'm doing something illegal every time I ride that damn bike...and I'm not...well, just some speeding, but hell, I can do that in a car!
I think my newly found "be kind to popo" campaign is causing the guilt...they're either the enemy, or friends...if they're friends, I can't be riding this illegal bike!
