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Well, it didn't happen on a bike, but it's my favorite cop story so I'll tell it.
I was driving from New Mexico back home to Michigan. For all our non-American friends (and those in the US without geography knowledge) that is a long d@mn drive through some of the ugliest parts of the country.
I planned on doing it as a straight shot, so started at about 4AM with a carload of crap and a couple 6-packs of Mt. Dew. By about 10AM, I've hit Oklahoma and the Will Rodgers Turnpike. Now this is right around when they were repealing the national 55 MPH limit and the WRT was still 55. Needless to say, I wasn't doing 55.
So I'm coming over a hill, drinking the Mountain Dew, and see a cop coming the other way (divided highway). I put the can down, check speed (about 75) and slow down a bit. He keeps going, so I relax.
Sure enough, 1 mile later, lights in the rear view.
Cop walks up to the window and I'm waiting for the inevitable "you know how fast..." In stead he walks up and says (imagine Oklahoma drawl here) "What's in the can, son?"
Huh? I look at him, hold up the can and say "Mountain Dew"
He says "All those Mountain Dew too?"
"Yup"
"Well God bless, I took you for a local boy heading for the lake gettin' a start on his drinkin'. Come back to the car and we'll talk about this"
So we chitchat for a bit, and he turns around and says: "I'm letting you go with a warnin'. Shows my superiors I'm out here harassing people. Oh, and you may want to slow it down some."
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