Had a wonderful little experience with one of our local sherriff's deputies this fine day. Thank God for little miracles. The county and deputy shall remain namesless...
Went for a little ride this afternoon to survey the storm damage in part of our state. There are miles and miles of county roads that run straight through cornfield after cornfield around here. Sometimes, but not very often mind you, sometimes I will occassionally twist the right thingy a little longer than usual. I thought I was on one of those deserted county roads this afternoon. So I twisted the right grip for an extended period, right up until the needle on the right was indicating about a buck forty. Thats when the lights turned on in the field road up ahead to my right...not headlights, but red, white and blue ones. Uh oh! This is not going to be good. :fie:
I get the Feej hauled down to a stop about a 1000 feet past the deputy. I turn the bike off, step off the bike and he pulls up behind. He steps out of the car and is obviously a little perturbed. As I turn around and take off my helmet the deputy, who shall remain nameless, looks at me close and says, "Well, John, what are you up to today?"
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I was just pulled over by a high school buddy that I ran with for years in high school. He of the Suzuki GS1100E ilk when I had my CB900. We often exceeded the posted as youths. We proceeded to shoot the breeze and catch up on old times for 20 minutes or so. He just took delivery on a new ZX14 Kawi. He claims it will take the FJR. He said that he still enjoys blasting down this very road, 5,200 feet of corn on both sides. Told me to be careful and we bid adeiu.
As I was getting my gear back on he stopped as asked me how fast I thought I was going. I told him, "One forty." In the same dry tone he had in high school he replied, "It was only 137. I'd be just thinking about 5th gear."
Oh, we are going for a ride next Saturday. He wants to check out the ZX against the FJR.k:
Went for a little ride this afternoon to survey the storm damage in part of our state. There are miles and miles of county roads that run straight through cornfield after cornfield around here. Sometimes, but not very often mind you, sometimes I will occassionally twist the right thingy a little longer than usual. I thought I was on one of those deserted county roads this afternoon. So I twisted the right grip for an extended period, right up until the needle on the right was indicating about a buck forty. Thats when the lights turned on in the field road up ahead to my right...not headlights, but red, white and blue ones. Uh oh! This is not going to be good. :fie:
I get the Feej hauled down to a stop about a 1000 feet past the deputy. I turn the bike off, step off the bike and he pulls up behind. He steps out of the car and is obviously a little perturbed. As I turn around and take off my helmet the deputy, who shall remain nameless, looks at me close and says, "Well, John, what are you up to today?"
mg2: I was just pulled over by a high school buddy that I ran with for years in high school. He of the Suzuki GS1100E ilk when I had my CB900. We often exceeded the posted as youths. We proceeded to shoot the breeze and catch up on old times for 20 minutes or so. He just took delivery on a new ZX14 Kawi. He claims it will take the FJR. He said that he still enjoys blasting down this very road, 5,200 feet of corn on both sides. Told me to be careful and we bid adeiu.
As I was getting my gear back on he stopped as asked me how fast I thought I was going. I told him, "One forty." In the same dry tone he had in high school he replied, "It was only 137. I'd be just thinking about 5th gear."
Oh, we are going for a ride next Saturday. He wants to check out the ZX against the FJR.
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