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Busted for going a buck thirty.

The primary reason I sold my turbos was the maintenance. The secondary was that it was so easy to break 100 and not know it (among other things, the 500t speedo ended at 85, and then it was just pinned while the turbo kept spooling up).
The chip on Hwy 12 "cut me a break" at 98mph 15 years ago.

After one more track day, sold them all and haven't gone that fast since.

The Eurosport tops out around 115-118 ish due to gearing (fastest of the aspirated CX's), but I'm happier relaxing in the twisties over top speed these days.
 
I've told this story on here a few times but here it is again. I'd been riding for less than a year and hadnt been on a track yet so fast in a straight line was still the epitome of cool for me then. I was just south of SFO on 101 going a touch over 100 when I got lit up. I threw up my hand as to say I surrender and took the next exit which was conveniently close by. It was a CHP officer in a car and by the time he had pulled over and walked up to me I already had the bike off and my helmet off. He was a pretty young officer, my guess was younger than I was at the time, and he told me I was going way too fast. I told him that I agreed, and that I was just trying to capture the adrenaline rush that I had gotten when I recently went skydiving. (which was the result of the barfette date auction/fundraiser for Barf) The officer said that he understood and that he loved the adrenline rush of a good chase. He had my license by then, so I said, "well hand me back my license and I'll take off on you and we get a win/win" or something to that effect. He laughed at that and then went to run my paperwork to make sure I was clean. When he came back we shot the shit a little bit about bikes, skydiving and police chases. Then another cruiser came off the exit having pulled over another car and he said he was going to go back that officer up. Then he handed me my ticket and said that he only put the speed violation as 80mph, and that I should go to court to contest it, because he was transferring out to the valley and wouldnt be there. I did go to court, he didnt show, and the case was dismissed. So thank you Officer Martinez, I believe I remember that correctly. It was the first of quite a few great two wheeled, guilty encounters with CHP officers that have gone my way.
 
I take the 5th. But a fun one about my grandmother that was about 30 years ago. Pulled over in town for running a stop. Cop looked at her license and said "Do you know your license expired 20 years ago?" She replied "I had no idea" to which he replied "If you not been ticketed in 20 years I'll not be the 1st to do it" sent her on her way and told her to get it renewed.
 
31 years ago, coming home from work on the Bay Bridge at about 1:30am. I was extremely angry and upset with my sister and was not paying attention to what was going on behind me. The officers said they’d been behind me since Treasure Island but I never noticed them. I’d sold my FZ600 and was riding Eric’s ex-race bike Hurricane, which the cops were absolutely certain was stolen. I’ll have to find the actual citation, or the resulting court papers, but the stop was initially for going triple digits, and then the “bad cop,” who wanted to take me to jail, added a whole laundry list of violations. Reckless driving, failure to yield, unsafe lane change (for pulling over immediately upon spotting them, even though there were no other vehicles around us) and I can’t remember what else. I think there were 2 separate speed-related violations. I’ll look for the ticket when I get home in a couple weeks. Mandatory court appearance. I had no car at the time, and didn’t want to show up on my motorcycle, so I got dolled up in a suit and heels, which clearly made me unrecognizable to the officers who were looking for a helmet-haired hooligan in leathers, and my father-in-law drove me to my court appearance. It didn’t hurt that he was a well-known long-time Alameda County probation officer. Anyway, I got a very thorough ass-chewing, it cost me a lot of money I did not have at the time, and it shredded my already spotty driving record, but I walked out of court feeling like a winner because I managed to somehow hold onto my driving privileges.
 
Not on a motorcycle, but in a car. It was back in 1971 and I was on leave between Basic Training and AIT at Ft Ord. I had been down in San Diego visiting my family, and retrieving my car that they had stored for me: a 1964 Dodge 330 sedan with a 383 Interceptor engine and 3 speed manual transmission. It was getting late (past midnight) and just north of Santa Barbara on 101 I was hummimg along - the speedometer went up to 140 and it was pegged above that! Anyway, got the light show in the rear view mirror and pulled over. I was in uniform and explained to the nice officer that I was on my way to Ft Ord and a bit behind schedule. He wrote me up for 80 in a 65 zone and wished me luck - back then that cost me a total of $85: about a month's pay for an E2 fresh out of Basic Training!
 
Alan_Hepburn said:
Not on a motorcycle, but in a car. It was back in 1971 and I was on leave between Basic Training and AIT at Ft Ord. I had been down in San Diego visiting my family, and retrieving my car that they had stored for me: a 1964 Dodge 330 sedan with a 383 Interceptor engine and 3 speed manual transmission. It was getting late (past midnight) and just north of Santa Barbara on 101 I was hummimg along - the speedometer went up to 140 and it was pegged above that! Anyway, got the light show in the rear view mirror and pulled over. I was in uniform and explained to the nice officer that I was on my way to Ft Ord and a bit behind schedule. He wrote me up for 80 in a 65 zone and wished me luck - back then that cost me a total of $85: about a month's pay for an E2 fresh out of Basic Training!
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Oh well on that note I should say that all my speed awards were Old Dodge related. 70 Challenger with 318 and 73 Challenger with raced out 340. Love me some old Dodge iron.

I did get up to about 150 per the speedo on my SV1K trying to keep up with my friend on his R1 on the way to HWY 9 but 85/87 were empty at that time of morning so I did not get an award at that time. Scared me a bit when I saw the speed because I did not think I was going that fast at the time so backed off the throttle right quick to a more sedate 80ish to at least keep him in sight.
 
Alan has the top speed pulled over (admitted) so far.

No cuffs!!
 
Oh, yeah, forgot about a great one. I was riding my 1979 GS1000E to work one night over the Petaluma grade on 101 south.
Here's the basics, the area has two hill tops and a valley, not sure what the distance is from top to top, but I was sailing along at about 70, at the top of the second hill, no lights in the valley, a pair of lights at the top of the first hill behind me.
Don't know why I decided to do it, but I pinned the throttle after I crested the hill. I stopped throttle once I saw headlights at the top of the second hill behind me.
Chip caught up to me at the Washington exit. He gave me a ticket for 80+. He stated that he had no idea how fast I was actually going, but knew that it had to be well over 100 to open the distance that I'd put on him.

It was closer to 125++. Probably should have fought it since it was literally impossible to clock, but I didn't know any better at the time.
 
Alan_Hepburn said:
Not on a motorcycle, but in a car. It was back in 1971 and I was on leave between Basic Training and AIT at Ft Ord. I had been down in San Diego visiting my family, and retrieving my car that they had stored for me: a 1964 Dodge 330 sedan with a 383 Interceptor engine and 3 speed manual transmission. It was getting late (past midnight) and just north of Santa Barbara on 101 I was hummimg along - the speedometer went up to 140 and it was pegged above that! Anyway, got the light show in the rear view mirror and pulled over. I was in uniform and explained to the nice officer that I was on my way to Ft Ord and a bit behind schedule. He wrote me up for 80 in a 65 zone and wished me luck - back then that cost me a total of $85: about a month's pay for an E2 fresh out of Basic Training!
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I was in basic at Fort Ord in the summer of 71. C42 was where I was at.

I’ve had a few speeding tickets but my most memorable encounter was with the Mountain View police department. I was driving late one night with my ex and her sister and her husband. We were going to the Speedee Mart on Moffatt to buy some beer before we headed home. I was heading south on Middlefield and mashed the gas as I turned right onto Moffatt. That caused my rear end to break traction and fishtail wildly back and forth as I accelerated hard up Moffatt and then braked hard to dive into the parking lot.

After the three of them went into the store, and I was just sitting there, waiting for them, I heard a tap-tap on my drivers side window. I turned with a start and saw that it was one of Mountain View’s finest.

I rolled down the window and said “Good evening officer.” He said it was kind of slippery out tonight and that I should slow down a bit. He then said he’d write me a ticket but that no one would believe him. And then he let me go.

I was driving my 1973 VW bus and he had no idea that the engine was a highly modified 2054 cc Porsche engine I’d built and installed. I could break the rear end loose at any time, using just the gas pedal.
 
Our family story is dull compared to the above, but it's amusing. We were traveling thru Nevada, "we" being me, my wife, and my newly licensed son, through a very straight and visibility enhanced part of the desert, when I said "Son, not that this is an idea without risk, but if any situation was favorable for hitting triple digits, this would be one, if you wanted." He looked at me with astonishment and said "You do realize Mom is in the car with us."
 
mjj said:
Our family story is dull compared to the above, but it's amusing. We were traveling thru Nevada, "we" being me, my wife, and my newly licensed son, through a very straight and visibility enhanced part of the desert, when I said "Son, not that this is an idea without risk, but if any situation was favorable for hitting triple digits, this would be one, if you wanted." He looked at me with astonishment and said "You do realize Mom is in the car with us."
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My first time hitting triple digits was in the family Honda odyssey minivan somewhere in Nevada or Utah. It was about six months after getting my license and my mother was sleeping in the passenger seat when I got popped. Boy did I get an ass chewing, rightfully so! :laughing
 
Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' if you don't stop driving that hot rod Lincoln.
 
Once upon a time in Baker, Oregon, two of my friends and I got pulled over doing well over 100.
One of us was on a faster bike and the officer in a Blazer I believe, had to blow past us to catch him. He was so angry at our fast friend that he wrote him up for his actual speed, I believe, and to rub it in, he wrote us up for 99..in a zone that couldn't have been posted at much over 50 or 55. Could have been much worse.

Breaking in my brand new Daytona 675 on Highway 1, a CHP moto pulled up next to me and shook his head and wagged his finger. Point taken.

I use cruise control a lot more these days:)
 
Last and only ticket on a bike: Lonster and I were written up by an irate park ranger on the top portion of Hwy 9 while going like 40 mph. Maybe Lonster can chime in on the facts.
I even had given him a friendly wave as we passed him parked.
We never exceeded the speed limit to my knowledge before he caught up with . The guy was a real jerk. All I can think of is he thought I flipped him off instead of the friendly wave of acknowledgement I offered up .
It was like on a Wednesday or Thursday before Moto GP in 2008 so lots of motorcycles out and about.....now earlier in the day he would of been well within his rights to light us up. ;)
DT
 
As my son and I were driving across Montana and SD last winter, I sent this annotated photo to friends and fam. 90 average over two hours, keeping an eye out for ice. And some sections were allegedly above average. (The car was shod with Michelin X-Ice, and we were going to Wisconsin for ice driving, so we were primed and ready for ice patches) Fantastic mpg from the small diesel despite the speed.

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Frozen Missouri in SoDak:

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dtrides said:
Last and only ticket on a bike: Lonster and I were written up by an irate park ranger on the top portion of Hwy 9 while going like 40 mph. Maybe Lonster can chime in on the facts.
I even had given him a friendly wave as we passed him parked.
We never exceeded the speed limit to my knowledge before he caught up with . The guy was a real jerk. All I can think of is he thought I flipped him off instead of the friendly wave of acknowledgement I offered up .
It was like on a Wednesday or Thursday before Moto GP in 2008 so lots of motorcycles out and about.....now earlier in the day he would of been well within his rights to light us up. ;)
DT
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What the hell did he write you up for??

@zanshin epically cool family pic. :laughing
 
CHP officer i encountered recently popped a Dodge Challenger doing a buck 44. Since he was not evading or anything else its just a ticket... and my flabs were ghasted.
 
94mph on 880 thru Fremont back in 2011 on my C14
(If I remember correctly, officer was being kind and brought it down from the actual radar speed)
(Sorry officer, but I did “trial by declaration” and case was dismissed and I got my $480 back)

Once again, I have sworn myself off of fast bikes since then!

Back in the early 80’s, the DMV brought me in for “a talk” (told me that one more ticket and my driver’s license goes away. The ticket I got for a wheelie almost got me hauled away! Needed a lawyer for that one :(). This helped convince me it was time to take it to the track, which was the best thing EVER.
Fun times with the AFM (y)
 
Some people, once you get 'em started, you can't shut them down. So I'll also recount my tale of the day I was in pursuit of my Iron Butt, and therefore taking advantage of any clear and open road as I powered across Nevada from Idaho. Say what you will, I *am* observant, and noticed that a) the Nevada highway speed limits drop precipitously when traversing inhabited areas, like, 75 down to 25 in no time a tall, b) there is often Nevada Highway Patrol parked right next to that 25 MPH sign, and c) those bastards hunt in packs -- usually 2 of them working together. So as I was cruising at 95 and the pickup passed me, I thought good, a screen, but then I thought no, any faster and I could lose the bike on the spot. So I watched him disappear over the horizon, but within 10-15 minutes I passed him again, as he was parked, regaling a Nevada Highway Patrol officer with his no doubt ironclad defense, in a 35 zone, which I had assiduously heeded.

I felt waving would have been too much salt in the wound.
 
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