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Couple of years ago, going full tilt boogie down a country highway, maybe 100mph or so... full tuck... hangin' on just like the Bonnie makes you at those speeds... coming over a gentle hill, off to the right I just noticed a car parked a little ways down another, smaller road running at an angle to the highway... and I just knew... "oh, sh*t."
I was probably nearly a mile ahead when I finally saw lights behind me. I slowed down, pulled over, shut the bike off, took off my helmet, and just waited.
The officer pulled in behind me, gets out slowly, walks up and asks for my license, which I have at the ready. He was relaxed, unhurried... looks at my license, looks at me and asks "... so, whats the hurry?".
I told him I'd just gotten the bike back from the shop - which was true - and that I was maybe just a little excited to have it back - also true.
He nodded, returned to his cruiser, checked my license, came back in a couple of minutes, hands me my license.
"Slow it down, Ok?"
"Ok, I will."
"Enjoy the day."
Walks back to his cruiser, gets in and drives away.
Cheers,
D9
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