Good for you(and Mark) for sharing that story Andrew. "Good people that happen to be cops" are out there,,, just like "skinny guys that happen to be on Hayabusas" and "humble guys that happen to be on Harleys".
I took my normal testride route one day on my GSXR 1000(remember now, that I wrench on for a living as well as ride and race Harleys normally, including working on our Sheriff's Dept's bikes and many of the deputie's personal rides), and very few LEO's or others see me ride this unless going to the track or running around with Dahmurf on her Hayabusa. Well I give the 1000 a little gas leaving a stop sign and I'm going to check the speedo healer calibration to what the speedo says when I get back to the shop. I pull off from a stop in first, shift to second and by the time I'm getting ready to pull 3rd... I get those hairs that those of us that have ridden long enough know all too well standing up on the back of my neck. I pull in the clutch and drop the throttle as eye the cars in the oncoming lane and see nothing out of the ordinary. I take it a bit easy and look behind me for a sec or two and see nothing... "ok, flase alarm I supose", ease bakc into it and around the corner I go(still thinking something was wrong so just cruise on outta here and get back to the shop. Then I see a car sitting on the left and think it must be an unmarked.. nope, noone in it. I go on a little ways beore I see some jackass coming up on me quick and before I know it the blues are on... "----, when did they get one of them new Dodges?". I finally pull over, step off the bike and see the deputy getting out of the car.... "Hey deputy so and so, when the hell did you get that?". As he looks confused while I'm offing my helmet... he then sees my face and says.. "you son of a -----". We go back and forth about this and that, he asks how fast I think I was going and I hit recall on my speedo while asking him what he got me at. He states 90+ locked in as I was slowing and I state"then I'm not telling you any faster then that"! I find he was hoping for a little chase to check out his new car... lol, I tell him I can arrange that - he doens't bite and lets me go with a verbal, blah blah blah(he knows it's one of my "safe" testing zones for the Sheriff's bikes etc. etc. - and hey, he would eventually like his bike back no matter how much he does like that car). Off we go our seperate ways.
Later in the week(in jest), he says he has me under a barrel as he has the whole thing on his dash cam.... well little did he excpect the come back from me stating "yeah, well I have you on my video also(actually it's just the audio and the reflection of his car in my dash)... yep, a full verbal of you letting me off the hook at that speed"(which I did since my cam was on the whole time because I wanted to verify my speedo with my data-aq for my healer calibration).
Well, needless to say, we each shared our vids and both agreed to keep them from those that mattered.
I've never met a bad cop... but I have met some "bad people that happen to be cops",
Todd
PS(Mr Bogus): unlesss the lights on the rear of your bike were red from the factory they have been outlawed(since mid 70's I believe). Only brake lights can be red, blinkers are supposed to be amber. My 1965 came with red rear signal lenses which is fine(treated just liek the seatbelt laws), but to replace them on somehting that's not grandfathered is not legal and what some leo's would consider "probable cause".
