Today I went for a great local ride. I was on the way home, and admittedly hit a few triple digits. As I approached my neighborhood, I saw the tumblers behind me. This was in a very slow residential zone and I was not speeding. So, I pull over and immediately two police jump out and run up to my bike. The start by asking me if I was going to try to run again... at first I am thinking that they had clocked me way back and were trying to catch up ever since. So, I tell them that I did not know they were behind me... they say they are speaking of an incident yesterday... I inform them that I did not even ride yesterday (which is TRUE)! They lightened up a bit, but kept asking questions. They read me the description of the suspect, and I have to admit, it sounded just like me. The fact that I lived a few blocks away made matters worse, according to them, as I could have stashed my bike quickly.
In the end, they took all my info down and let me go, but this kinda sux. I called the two local Busa guys with Blue/Silvers (Vegas Dude and Jose) and warned them... there is a sick part of me that wishes it had been me... that would be kinda funny... kinda....
In the end, they took all my info down and let me go, but this kinda sux. I called the two local Busa guys with Blue/Silvers (Vegas Dude and Jose) and warned them... there is a sick part of me that wishes it had been me... that would be kinda funny... kinda....