Well, for one thing, I've never been treated unfairly by the police except for the one time I cited when I drew the judge a diagram in court. That officer was in high speed pursuit (I remember remarking to my girlfriend, holy shit did you see how fast that Camaro blew through the intersection?) without his lights on, and was probably traveling in excess of 50 mph on a 25 mph street through the southern wooded area of Carmel CA.
So I took exception to getting an expensive ticket just because the Camaro got away. Which really is what his snit was all about.
One time my friend and I were on the ridge road in the mountains west of San Jose, CA. He was leading on his Yamaha and I was on my ZX11. We came over a rise doing a ton and down the other side was the County Sheriff himself, with his handheld.
He flagged us down, and we pulled in meekly behind his car, put the kick stands down, and turned the motors off (back then the kickstand wasn't wired to the ECU). Took our helmets off, and got our wallets out.
He walked over, and showed my friend, who was in the lead, the reading on the radar gun. My friend turned to me and said John, that must be you cause I know I was doing the speed limit. We both almost fell off our bikes, trying not to laugh.
We knew the County Sheriff by name, heck we had been ticketed by him before.
He looked at me, and said, "You get lucky today, I can only ticket the lead motorcycle"
Now my friend shot me a truly nasty look.
As the Sheriff started to write his ticket, the radio in the car beeped and a voice I couldn't understand said something about an accident. The Sheriff looked at us, looked at his car, looked at the ticket pad, tore out the unsigned ticket (all three parts) and gave it to my friend.
"Y'all real lucky today, I got to go to this accident back the way you come from, its really bad they say. No time for tickets right now"
And he peeled out and hung a movie style 180 drift turn and roared back over the hill we have just come over, lights and siren on, waking up the dead, as the sun came up over the mountain range.
Was gonna be a great Sunday morning, at Alice's Restaurant, with 200ish other bikers. That day, both of our Angels were flying fast.
* Last updated by: privateer on 2/25/2011 @ 4:36 AM *
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