Soooooooooooooooo...A long time ago, in about 1991, I was in college in Texas. My best friend had a Kawasaki something 750. Maybe a GSXR, but if not, it was its predecessor. I had a 1989 Honda Hurricane 750; these were the first gen CBRs. We were on our way to Houston on I35 minding our own business when we approach and pass this really nice Porsche 911. After we passed him, the driver turned into a total *******. He would speed up, pass us, slow down, force us to pass him, and finally got about what seemed like 3 inches from my rear tire. So, I did what any 19 year old kid would do, I pinned the throttle with Graham right behind me. We lost the *******, and while we were laughing to ourselves, we approached a bridge. On top of the bridge was some type of Texas cop holding a radar gun and standing next to his brand new Camaro.
I saw him when he started waiving his arms and falling over himself to get into his car. He must of had us at close to 120 in the posted 55. We knew we were cooked, so we stopped right near the onramp from the bridge. That cop came up behind us and turned off his lights. Still donno why.
He immediatly began yelling something about going to jail and never seeing our bikes again. I somehow mumbled something about a ******* in a Porsche trying to wreck us and said we were just trying to get away. The Texas cop in his best Texan says, "********." Not two seconds later, that Porsche blows by us at about mach 5, never realizing there was a cop stopped on the road.
The cop says, "Oh ****!" and then blurts out something about that "dirty sumbitch." He didn't even say bye. He just got back in his car, and left really fast. The next time we saw the cop, the Camaro, and the Porsche, there were 5 or 6 other Texas cops stopped all together, and the driver of the Porsche was leaning on the hood of a cop car with handcuffs on. Haha...I have been stopped lots of times, and gotten more than my fair share of tickets, but that was the best traffic stop ever.
