sapest
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Continuing with stories of tickets never received -
Its 1974, 55 mph speed limits are in effect in the US. I am blasting down AZ 77 in my '72 Kawasaki Z1 (electric start and the second frt disc) on a Sunday morning and have not seen another vehicle in about 3 hrs. I am doing 80 more or less, and just outside of Holbrook I get pulled over by a local LEO, about 20 yrs old, driving a '74 Monaco (yes Bluesmobile, but neither of us know that then)
In those days BC drivers licenses had the Royal Coat of Arms and the provincial BC shield printed on them. The cop just didnt believe that it was a real license. Also had no idea where Seattle was, let alone Vancouver.
He decides we are going into town to see the judge. He keeps my ID and registration and tells me that he will follow me, and not to "try anything funny". 54 mph into town, about 10 miles or so. We pull up at the rear of the courthouse, and he takes me inside.
I am told to sit in last row of the courtroom and wait for the judge to call me up.
The judge is a women, wearing a pink bathrobe with her hair in curlers. From what is going on I gather that a drunk boyfriend has broken into his exgirlfriends trailer to get his "stuff" and was caught while in the process. It seems that this isnt the first time either.
About 10 minutes later my cop gets a chance to whisper something into the judges ear, and I see her look up at me.
He hands her my ID, she calls a recess and the cop collects me and we go to the judges office.
The judge asks me why I am in the area and where am I headed. (Vacation and west on 40) We have a brief chat about how hot it is there and how much cooler the PNW is. She tells me she has to get back to the court case and that if I plan on speeding, I better do it once I am on the interstate, because then I am the Highway Patrols problem. She hands me back my license and wishes me a nice visit.
I am very careful to do 54 the rest of the day.
(Even with the dual frt discs, the brakes sucked, and the bike ate chains. I sold it later the same yr)
-Steve
Its 1974, 55 mph speed limits are in effect in the US. I am blasting down AZ 77 in my '72 Kawasaki Z1 (electric start and the second frt disc) on a Sunday morning and have not seen another vehicle in about 3 hrs. I am doing 80 more or less, and just outside of Holbrook I get pulled over by a local LEO, about 20 yrs old, driving a '74 Monaco (yes Bluesmobile, but neither of us know that then)
In those days BC drivers licenses had the Royal Coat of Arms and the provincial BC shield printed on them. The cop just didnt believe that it was a real license. Also had no idea where Seattle was, let alone Vancouver.
He decides we are going into town to see the judge. He keeps my ID and registration and tells me that he will follow me, and not to "try anything funny". 54 mph into town, about 10 miles or so. We pull up at the rear of the courthouse, and he takes me inside.
I am told to sit in last row of the courtroom and wait for the judge to call me up.
The judge is a women, wearing a pink bathrobe with her hair in curlers. From what is going on I gather that a drunk boyfriend has broken into his exgirlfriends trailer to get his "stuff" and was caught while in the process. It seems that this isnt the first time either.
About 10 minutes later my cop gets a chance to whisper something into the judges ear, and I see her look up at me.
He hands her my ID, she calls a recess and the cop collects me and we go to the judges office.
The judge asks me why I am in the area and where am I headed. (Vacation and west on 40) We have a brief chat about how hot it is there and how much cooler the PNW is. She tells me she has to get back to the court case and that if I plan on speeding, I better do it once I am on the interstate, because then I am the Highway Patrols problem. She hands me back my license and wishes me a nice visit.
I am very careful to do 54 the rest of the day.
(Even with the dual frt discs, the brakes sucked, and the bike ate chains. I sold it later the same yr)
-Steve