Have you ever chopped the throttle doing 50 mph in a 20 mph hairpin ?
Me either ! So as I pick-up throttle on exit and sight the hilly straight road ahead of me the light-rack and windsheild of the cop are confirmed afew hills down the road and only after the turn was completed was I able to reduce speed and un-tuck trying my best to look casual...
He and I pass going opposite directions and I know damn well to keep a keen eye thru the arm pit and into the MR mirror...
SHIT the light-rack just popped-up for a second on a hill behind me F**K there it is again okay time to sit up and look at the cows and stuff like the speedo and mirrors and more cows and POP !!! GOES THE CHERRIES
As quickly as possible I pulled over shut it off and hardly remembered to lower the sidestand and as my helmet came off he was beside me asking me for lic. and ins. as I remained seated on the bike I set my helmet on the ground (Yes for an old guy I am still that flexible
I noticed a look on his face when he realized I was not a teenager and in full gear for a reason.
Next came the question...Do-you know why I pulled you over and I said yes sir I took that turn too fast and I hardly ever horse around on the street and only on the track and handed him my license and showed him my race license and insurance and apologized profusely.
He came back and told me I was clocked at 50 in a 30 and to NEVER speed in his area again and to ride safe.
So I took my time gearing-up and putting my things away hoping to god he would leave before the wrath of the SATO's would get him riled and me ticketed thank god he pulled a u turn.
Then I rode home limp dicked on the last early morning country ride I felt like taking.
There is just too much at stake on the street and waaay to much bling on the bike to track or race it so now I am the proud owner of a useless piece of kit that gets dusted and stared at to the point of obsession.