So I'm about to turn onto my street when uh oh, there's flashing lights behind me. I make my turn and pull over about 3 doors down from home. Good evening officer, how are you. He says, do you know why I pulled you over? I think, because you like my 1983 GS110E and you wanted a better look. I said, uh speeding? Me! He said you guessed right, licence and reg. He see's my CDL and asks where I work, I told him. So, he gives me a choice, ticket, or drive around the sub doing the speed limit and he'll be watching. Let's see, ticket, more riding? OK, more riding.
I put my Shoei back on and start laughing myself silly as soon as I close the visor. 54 years old on a 22 year old bike and my first encounter with the law. Damn I'm a bad dude. Heh. I get home, put trouble back into the garage. I can't get the smile off of my face.
Hey honey, guess what. I just talked myself out of my 1st ticket with the bike. She called me an A$$hole. Doesn't she realize Mother's Day is Sunday. Phooey, I still felt pretty full of myself anyway. A$$hole's a little strong, don't ya think? Just thought I'd share.
Chris

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