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rogerc

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After a great night’s sleep and a nice cup of hot joe, I am reflecting on a great weekend of outstanding roads and even better company with the FJR group at Morro Bay. Making my way from the coast down Hwy 41 which has no traffic, blue skies and typical 70 degree temps, minding my own business and being very alert and safe, but doing a constant 70-75 in a 50 zone. Lean into a sharp left hand turn and the radar detector starts squawking, I slowly squeeze the front brake and a patrol car goes by in a black and white blur. I’ll I see is the roof lights flash on and him hitting his brakes hard. I pull over at a safe turnout area about ¼ mile down the road and put my gloves over the radar detector as not to piss off the officer any more than he might already. I wait and I wait some more, hoping that by me pulling over gives me at least a chance of trying to nicely negotiate my way out of a speeding ticket of at least 20 over the posted.

I wait some more, thinking that I will give him 5 more minutes just to make sure he is not chasing and thinking that I ran . To my great surprise the officer never shows and I slowwwwly start my way to 101 north to head back to Gilroy. Never escaped such an obvious speeding ticket and was smiling all the way home. Was glad to hit Hwy 25 and get back up to my normal speed since there are very seldom police or hazards and I know the road well since I have ridden it since the late 70’s.

Some of us older guys just never learn our lesson, but I blame it on the FJR and I also suffer from HSMD (Hyper Speed Motorcycle Disorder).

(Please take this as intended, I am a responsible rider and model citizen, just letting my hair down once in a while).

 
After a great night’s sleep and a nice cup of hot joe, I am reflecting on a great weekend of outstanding roads and even better company with the FJR group at Morro Bay. Making my way from the coast down Hwy 41 which has no traffic, blue skies and typical 70 degree temps, minding my own business and being very alert and safe, but doing a constant 70-75 in a 50 zone. Lean into a sharp left hand turn and the radar detector starts squawking, I slowly squeeze the front brake and a patrol car goes by in a black and white blur. I’ll I see is the roof lights flash on and him hitting his brakes hard. I pull over at a safe turnout area about ¼ mile down the road and put my gloves over the radar detector as not to piss off the officer any more than he might already. I wait and I wait some more, hoping that by me pulling over gives me at least a chance of trying to nicely negotiate my way out of a speeding ticket of at least 20 over the posted.I wait some more, thinking that I will give him 5 more minutes just to make sure he is not chasing and thinking that I ran . To my great surprise the officer never shows and I slowwwwly start my way to 101 north to head back to Gilroy. Never escaped such an obvious speeding ticket and was smiling all the way home. Was glad to hit Hwy 25 and get back up to my normal speed since there are very seldom police or hazards and I know the road well since I have ridden it since the late 70’s.

Some of us older guys just never learn our lesson, but I blame it on the FJR and I also suffer from HSMD (Hyper Speed Motorcycle Disorder).

(Please take this as intended, I am a responsible rider and model citizen, just letting my hair down once in a while).

reminders like that are good now and again.

25 mph over is a big ticket in these parts.

I like about 10-15 over outside of town which I can scrub off quick without telltale front end dive.

My escort 8500 sits sideways facing foward in my glovebox and I have the hardwire remote light/mute button within thumbs reach of my left grip and I get great visual alerts.

I think my greatest probability of getting a ticket is when I give into the temptation to do a triple digit burst on what I think are familar roads and have an oncoming ka band read me without time to react,

or a LIDAR hit.

I know i lose LIDAR by running it in the glovebox but I really don't think being able to read LIDAR helps much if you radar is picking it up, for the most part , your clocked.

Ride safe!

 
The laser alert does give you time to inform the GF that she is about to have *** in order to keep you out of jail.

:)

(j/k officers!)

 
Got lucky going to work a few days ago. No bike to blame it on either. She had on LIDAR, I don't know how fast I was going when she clocked me, all I know is the speedo was sliding past 65 when I looked down. At that point I was on the brakes for at least 2 seconds, and hard!

It was a saturday morning and there was no traffic and I was early for work. The street was lined up by a cemetary on my side and just a few sidestreets on the opposite side. I figured WTH and opened the Tahoe up for about a 1/4 mile. That's when it got interesting.

I initially thought it was a taxi parked by itself. That's when I saw the mars bar and nailed the brakes. I must've been going at least 75 when she lit me up, no radar detector but experience told me the braking distance and speed when I looked down. I figured I was gonna be real late for work now, 75 in a 30!!!!! I pulled over just as I was even w/ her, on the opposite side. She barely completed her u-turn to go after me, and I was already stopped w/ the engine off. She pulled behind me, then alongside me. She asked if I was really evil (my license plate) , I sheepishly said No Ma'am. She said alright, and drove off and went back to her spot. :blink:

I only exceed 40 on that road now if I'm working/ on duty. Lesson learned.

 
think you got it bad, 20 mph over and i am automatically fired at work. I drive a truck and that is their policy. you got to run 20 over on the bypass around atlanta just to keep up with traffic. why does the FJR just feel so comfortable around 90?

 
think you got it bad, 20 mph over and i am automatically fired at work. I drive a truck and that is their policy. you got to run 20 over on the bypass around atlanta just to keep up with traffic. why does the FJR just feel so comfortable around 90?
Never rode a bike through Atlanta but I've driven it plenty of times and 20 over is not staying up with traffic.. :rolleyes:

 
think you got it bad, 20 mph over and i am automatically fired at work. I drive a truck and that is their policy. you got to run 20 over on the bypass around atlanta just to keep up with traffic. why does the FJR just feel so comfortable around 90?
Never rode a bike through Atlanta but I've driven it plenty of times and 20 over is not staying up with traffic.. :rolleyes:

On those roads, 20 over is just enough to keep you from being run down... :eek:

 
Making my way from the coast down Hwy 41 which has no traffic, blue skies and typical 70 degree temps, minding my own business and being very alert and safe, but doing a constant 70-75 in a 50 zone.
The magical ribbon of enchanted road that day...

I was leading Eve by about 1/4 mile on that same stretch Sunday about 2:30pm, but much closer to the speed limit. After we got home, she told me a deer jumped out in front of her but thought better and dove back into the brush just before the strike. :eek: What, 15 seconds slower and it could have been me, and the deer might not have been as scared by the smaller profile of the bike.

There but by the grace of God go I....

 
I left the waterfront @ 0710 and remember looking at the angle of the sun and thinking...."Hmmm, oh-deer-thirty!" So I rode out to Atascadero @ 55 mph. Too many driveways, too much brush at the edge of the roadway, too many farms (and orchards and livestock do NOT have Sunday off) for me to ride that road at supersonic speeds. Yup, I'm a chicken!

 
The laser alert does give you time to inform the GF that she is about to have *** in order to keep you out of jail. :)

I don't think so..........and I suspect her answer back was that *** wasn't in her plan and that if you went to jail, you'd belong to Bubba!

(j/k officers!)
 
I left the waterfront @ 0710 and remember looking at the angle of the sun and thinking...."Hmmm, oh-deer-thirty!" So I rode out to Atascadero @ 55 mph. Too many driveways, too much brush at the edge of the roadway, too many farms (and orchards and livestock do NOT have Sunday off) for me to ride that road at supersonic speeds. Yup, I'm a chicken!
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Any street by my house, any early evening. They're like Jihadists, lined up ready to give their all to the cause.

 
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