... Hearing cops are this and that. I'm in the left turn lane. I creep up to the light, feet up, I see cherry top across the intersection waiting in the opposite lane. Figure I show the MAN I'm not all in some, point to your nose, count backassword phrases. Here sir, this is my routine anyway timing the lights.
Usually I can ding the light to change with this bike, but I was more creeping too long over the triggers in the street. So the green light changes, I take off. I'm heading up the ramp and this guy had to have cut off the car to his right. It was at night so I saw those huge cherries bouncing off the mirrors.
I pull over, he's saying something and I have the helmet on. Motions me to take it off. Did you know I had the light and you took off? No shit? Office sir, you got me. License and reg. Here's my license and insurance card. Let me find my reg.
I'm looking in every pocket, under the seat, back in my wallet 3 times. You find it? No office sir. I'll be write back. Hey, can't you give me a warning? Come on. Where you headed? I'm going to someone who needs me who is helping someone who is bla-bla-bla.
Where's all the stuff to the bike? I don't need all that plasticrap on my bike. This is an experimental. Those Japanese are whooping our asses. You find the reg? No. OK, wait here. He's now sitting down on the passenger side typing into that laptop, and I know he's looking at those freshly minted speeding tickets.
I'm so pissed not finding the reg, I keep looking and he comes back out of the car. Hands me back my license, card, then says: Be more aware of what you're doing. I give him a thanks. He's back in the car and waits till I'm suited up so he is kind of guarding me from the on rampers.
Before I got on the bike, I turn, point my finger at him, then do a standup One of these. I think the warning has more effect than picking your pocket. He made a good call and that is the whole point of dealing with traffic stops. Okay, with me it worked. I'll be aware of that simple mistake of assuming I have the light.
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