After a couple hours of burning the back roads, I roar up an interstate entrance ramp and settle down in the right and keep pace with traffic.
After a couple minutes, I get a bit of tunnel vision and I'm focused on the car several yards ahead of me when I hear "Whooop!!!"
I look to my left and two state troopers are in the car next to me. The one in the passenger seat is smiling. I'm thinking, "Oh crap, they clocked me doing triple digits on the entrance ramp."
I start to pull over, but they just barrel by. No finger wagging or stern looks. I guess they were just saying, "Howdy, nice bike."
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After a couple minutes, I get a bit of tunnel vision and I'm focused on the car several yards ahead of me when I hear "Whooop!!!"
I look to my left and two state troopers are in the car next to me. The one in the passenger seat is smiling. I'm thinking, "Oh crap, they clocked me doing triple digits on the entrance ramp."
I start to pull over, but they just barrel by. No finger wagging or stern looks. I guess they were just saying, "Howdy, nice bike."
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