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Busted for going a buck thirty.

My one and only performance award was back in 2008 on the SV going 85+ in a 70. This chica had to pee and I could see the Starbucks up at the next exit. DIck of a cop knew my bladder was bursting and took his sweet time. Still surprised I never got popped on any of the long stretches thru Nevada or British Columbia when I'd "burn the gunk out" as my dad likes to say.
 
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Sometimes the Rod Serling moment is just too sweet.

I just renewed my driving license, noticed that there was a designation on it : "Safe Driver".

Huh?, who, me ? How did that happen? There must be a mistake. It's like ordering sm fries and getting lg fries by mistake with that burger.

Ennyhoo, I'll just pay my next citation without a grumble and think of all the felonious velocities I performed without official notice or award.
 
Like 50 or something....good times.
He was that much hated Ranger who spent the last 30 years scraping up squids off of the pavement on Highway 9. It was the last year that he worked on that mountain before being transferred somewhere else. He wrote us up for everything he could find, and lectured us about how dangerous motorcycles were. Aftermarket exhaust, license plates not mounted to the stock fender, Aftermarket turn signals, you name it, he wrote us up for it. I ended up writing a letter to his supervisor who suggested that we try a couple different options for getting out of the tickets, and even apologized to us for his behavior, but explained that he had been jaded by all his years of cleaning up mangled motorcycle riders and wrecks. I think we both took the online class, so no points were added to our driving records.
 
As a side note, I never got a ticket for this, but me and some of my friends used to time ourselves from various places in Los Gatos, to the place that we worked in Santa cruz. The pizza place was called breadline Eatery and it was on the corner of ocean and soquel. My best time from my girlfriend's house in the hills above Los Gatos to the restaurant in Santa Cruz was 11 minutes flat. This was going across Highway 17 before the concrete Center divider was installed.
GOOD TIMES!
 
I've never gotten 'caught' riding over the speed limit (knocking on wood).

I may have met the guy who got caught, there was a guy I talked to in the steam room of my gym who was getting back his green bike in August after it got rebuilt from a crash. If I cross paths with him in the gym, I'll ask him if he was the guy. :laughing
 
I lived bellow Mount Hamilton and Mount Umunhum in the distant past. I cant remember my times, but they were defiantly ticket worthy and somehow didn't kill myself!
 
Even on my Hayabusa and ZX-10, I never got a speeding ticket.

However, flogging the clutch on my '92 VFR for a 1st gear wheely that must have levitated 2 feet off the ground netted me a misdemeanor "exhibition of speed"- had to go to the department within 48 hours and get fingerprints taken.

Ended up getting the DA to drop it to a simple 1-point "speed" infraction.

PITA.
 
I just renewed my driving license, noticed that there was a designation on it : "Safe Driver".
This reminds me of my High School days in the 70's.
The gas shortage was in full swing and they'd just dropped the national speed limit down to 55mph.
I found myself pulled over by a Sherriff for going 55 in a 25 (school zone).
He asked me "what's your hurry?"
I looked at the shiny new sticker on his patrol car that said "55 saves lives".
I pointed to it and said "I was just trying to be safe."
Yes, I got one helluva ticket.
 
"Protect and Serve" is a slogan adopted by some departments. It isn't a profession wide job description.
 
I thought the Police were hired to Protect and Serve. These folks look like they think their job is to intimidate and beat.
(yeah, I know @larry kahn posted this originally)

I mean... they're in a parade where they're wearing uniforms and sidearms and they're supposed not to smile. Pretty much anyone in that situation will look an intimidating thug.

I'm not saying that NJ cops (many cops in general) don't suck. Just that you can hardly take a single picture and make too many generalizations from that.
 
And you have to deal with a bunch of idiots here. They practice lane discipline in Germany. It works.
I got to drive on the Autobahn a few times when my daughter lived in Switzerland. Everyone and I mean everyone moves over after passing a car. NO ONE tailgates. Everyone slows to the speed limit when the signs come up. See /// and everyone is close to wide open. Felt way safer than going 75 on I-5
 
A few years ago:

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I got popped out in the boonies on a very long straight road, pulling 11,500 in 5th gear on my Tuono V4F (work it out).
I noticed a CHP cruiser parked under a tree as I flashed past and figured he'd either give chase or call a Helo' on me. I was certain that I'd be spending a night in the steel box and have my bike impounded.
I pulled the hardest stop I could and made sure to have my papers out and helmet off by the time he pulled along-side - and waited in trepidation.
However, I ended up having a very nice conversation with the officer, who was 1) amazed that I'd stopped, 2) even more amazed that I's stopped so fast, 3) pleased that everything was in order, 4) very interested in my Tuono - as he'd never seen one before and 4) shocked by how old I was.
I honestly didn't know how fast I was going but he assured me that I had won the prize for the highest number he'd ever seen on his LIDAR.
We had some back and forth and then he wrote me a ticket for 60 in a 50 !!!! I cleared it with traffic School.
My takeaway is that having everything in order and displaying the right attitude can set you up for a much better result than I expected.
 
I was in Death Valley with my wife on my Multistrada. We were making a left turn onto a main road that had a really long straight to the right. I could see a white pickup approaching but it was a long way off. So I got going and then looked in my mirror to see this guy right on my ass. Since the mirrors were vibrating, I couldn't really make out what kind of truck it was but it looked like a newer Dodge/Ram whatever. I figured it was some guy speeding along so I gassed it and got away from him. I was probably doing about 90 when I backed off. Then he got right on my ass again. I raised my left hand and made a gesture like WTF? when he lit me up. I never noticed the light bar in the mirrors until he turned them on. It turned out to be a young park ranger. He asked me why I sped away and I told him I thought he was a tweaker or some other maniac. I then asked him how fast he was going on the long straight. He let me go with a warning.
 
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