Chris79761TX
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Odessa Tx Police officer 7-11 Conversation. He thought I was being a wise ass
I pulled into a 7-11 to get gas and a mountain dew. Parked the bike and standing there 2 of Odessa's finest walk up to me. And it felt like they were interogating me as they were looking my bike over and writing down the serial numbers.
Cop: Hi how are you today?
Me: I am fine
Cop: nice bike what kind is it?
Me: Suzuki Hayabusa
Cop: Hmmmm what year?
Me: 2007
Mean while cop#2 was searching all over my bike writing down the discription, plate number, serial number never saying a word to me
Cop: what year is it again ?
Me: a 2007
Cop: I heard these are pretty quick?
Me: it can be.
Cop: Is it yours?
Me: Yes I bought it in Nov I have my registration and insurance in my wallet.
Cop: Oh I believe you.
Cop: Sure is a nice day isn't it?
Me: yes it is.
Cop: So how fast does this bike go?
Me: The speed limit.
Cop: Hmmm. how fast does it go?
Me: the speed limit.
Cop#2 finally opens his mouth to say something: Are you being a smartass? He asked you a question.
Me: I answered his question. The bike does the speed limit.
they never asked for my driver license or registration or proof of insurance and just walked away with the cop#2 calling in the discription of the bike and plate number.
I pulled into a 7-11 to get gas and a mountain dew. Parked the bike and standing there 2 of Odessa's finest walk up to me. And it felt like they were interogating me as they were looking my bike over and writing down the serial numbers.
Cop: Hi how are you today?
Me: I am fine
Cop: nice bike what kind is it?
Me: Suzuki Hayabusa
Cop: Hmmmm what year?
Me: 2007
Mean while cop#2 was searching all over my bike writing down the discription, plate number, serial number never saying a word to me
Cop: what year is it again ?
Me: a 2007
Cop: I heard these are pretty quick?
Me: it can be.
Cop: Is it yours?
Me: Yes I bought it in Nov I have my registration and insurance in my wallet.
Cop: Oh I believe you.
Cop: Sure is a nice day isn't it?
Me: yes it is.
Cop: So how fast does this bike go?
Me: The speed limit.
Cop: Hmmm. how fast does it go?
Me: the speed limit.
Cop#2 finally opens his mouth to say something: Are you being a smartass? He asked you a question.
Me: I answered his question. The bike does the speed limit.
they never asked for my driver license or registration or proof of insurance and just walked away with the cop#2 calling in the discription of the bike and plate number.