rogerc
Well-known member
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).
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).