twowheelnut
R.I.P. Our Motorcycling Friend
From the 'Learn From Others' Mistakes' file...
"Sir, do you know what I clocked you at?"
"Um, no officer. I was trying to re-enter my position in the group for our club ride. I wasn't paying attention to the gauges."
"You were well in excess of 100 MPH and you made an unsafe lane change."
:blink:
Long and short... I ran a block on a car that split the group allowing the group to reunite. Then, I sped up in the open right hand lane to resume my place in line. Problem was that a Motor LEO that was zapping folks while laying in wait in the center median had gotten bored and decided to move. Well, we had put a couple of miles on from his stationary position and I didn't think that he could have caught up so fast - the boy was movin', yo. Even though I checked my six left I didn't head check left cuz I was going into the right lane. He was in my blind spot.
Anyway, when he saw me speed up, he zipped through the group, followed briefly to get my speed and then without lights or siren pulled up beside me on the left as I'm beginning my left hand merge. I didn't see him, nor was I aware of his presence until he was right up to me - which gave my sphincter an automatic clench. I guess he thought I was trying to run into him, because he put on a gnarly blocking move that shunted me over to the shoulder - I was full on the brakes trying to slow as fast as he was. We damn near hit.
Needless to say, Johnny Law was none to pleased with my bonehead maneuver, but accepted my apology and my explanation and gave me a 20 MPH Special-Sale-Today-Only-Discount to 15 over and waived the lane change charge. After the good man had returned my papers and handed me my invoice for additional road use taxes, he then proceeded to lecture me on safe lane change procedures. I bit my tongue to keep from giving him the what-for about his lame-*** dangerous move to pull me over. :glare: He also asked why I sped when my radar detector should have alerted me to his presence as he leaves his radar on while holstered. "Simple," I said. "It didn't pick you up."
My bad for speeding, my bad for not being aware of everything that was going on around me and I'll take my lump and go off to traffic school, but I'll keep a keener eye for Johnny Law at my six and put a lot less faith in Mr. Escort (this was the first time it let me down).
"Sir, do you know what I clocked you at?"
"Um, no officer. I was trying to re-enter my position in the group for our club ride. I wasn't paying attention to the gauges."
"You were well in excess of 100 MPH and you made an unsafe lane change."
:blink:
Long and short... I ran a block on a car that split the group allowing the group to reunite. Then, I sped up in the open right hand lane to resume my place in line. Problem was that a Motor LEO that was zapping folks while laying in wait in the center median had gotten bored and decided to move. Well, we had put a couple of miles on from his stationary position and I didn't think that he could have caught up so fast - the boy was movin', yo. Even though I checked my six left I didn't head check left cuz I was going into the right lane. He was in my blind spot.
Anyway, when he saw me speed up, he zipped through the group, followed briefly to get my speed and then without lights or siren pulled up beside me on the left as I'm beginning my left hand merge. I didn't see him, nor was I aware of his presence until he was right up to me - which gave my sphincter an automatic clench. I guess he thought I was trying to run into him, because he put on a gnarly blocking move that shunted me over to the shoulder - I was full on the brakes trying to slow as fast as he was. We damn near hit.
Needless to say, Johnny Law was none to pleased with my bonehead maneuver, but accepted my apology and my explanation and gave me a 20 MPH Special-Sale-Today-Only-Discount to 15 over and waived the lane change charge. After the good man had returned my papers and handed me my invoice for additional road use taxes, he then proceeded to lecture me on safe lane change procedures. I bit my tongue to keep from giving him the what-for about his lame-*** dangerous move to pull me over. :glare: He also asked why I sped when my radar detector should have alerted me to his presence as he leaves his radar on while holstered. "Simple," I said. "It didn't pick you up."
My bad for speeding, my bad for not being aware of everything that was going on around me and I'll take my lump and go off to traffic school, but I'll keep a keener eye for Johnny Law at my six and put a lot less faith in Mr. Escort (this was the first time it let me down).
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