The time the cops thought I was runnin'
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The time the cops thought I was runnin'
Last summer. We were coming down from the grand canyon look out parking lot. The road is kind of twisty and I was feeling pretty good, so I gassed it a little. Ok, well I gassed it until I got the bottom of the mountain. More correctly I gassed it until a cop car with the lights flashing pulled alongside of me. There was a guy in the passenger seat and he seemed upset. I say that because his eyes were bulging out as he gestured wildly at the shoulder of the road. My keen mind took this to mean he wanted me to pull over.
The cop walks up to me, still sitting on my bike, and *slaps* my visor open! Slaps me right upside the helmet. His first words were (said while taking my keys) 'get off the bike you're going to jail!' His second words were 'so you thought you'd try and out run us, didnt you?!' Believe it or not, I lost my temper at him right then. How dare he say I was running from the police.. I wasnt running from the damn police! NO WAY I was running from the police! (I wasnt.)
Long story short, the cops swore I had looked behind and seen them and was running. (Oh I forget to mention I dont ride with mirrors. No I'm not joking. I think they are more trouble than theyre worth.) They tell me they called in a helicopter to assist, and they'd been chasing me for 13.4 miles. They inform me the girl I was riding with (she had lagged behind) would be getting a ticket too, just as soon as she rode by. Which she soon did.
Gradually they calmed down and I convinced them of the truth. I wasnt running. I was just hauling ***. They relaxed enough that when one of them saw the switch above the instrument cluster (I added a manual fan switch) and asked me what it was for, I said, 'nitrous', before telling them what it really was. He apologized for slapping me upside the helmet. He told the girl where a good place to eat was. And he gave us both tickets. Hers was huge. Mine was enormous.
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The cop walks up to me, still sitting on my bike, and *slaps* my visor open! Slaps me right upside the helmet. His first words were (said while taking my keys) 'get off the bike you're going to jail!' His second words were 'so you thought you'd try and out run us, didnt you?!' Believe it or not, I lost my temper at him right then. How dare he say I was running from the police.. I wasnt running from the damn police! NO WAY I was running from the police! (I wasnt.)
Long story short, the cops swore I had looked behind and seen them and was running. (Oh I forget to mention I dont ride with mirrors. No I'm not joking. I think they are more trouble than theyre worth.) They tell me they called in a helicopter to assist, and they'd been chasing me for 13.4 miles. They inform me the girl I was riding with (she had lagged behind) would be getting a ticket too, just as soon as she rode by. Which she soon did.
Gradually they calmed down and I convinced them of the truth. I wasnt running. I was just hauling ***. They relaxed enough that when one of them saw the switch above the instrument cluster (I added a manual fan switch) and asked me what it was for, I said, 'nitrous', before telling them what it really was. He apologized for slapping me upside the helmet. He told the girl where a good place to eat was. And he gave us both tickets. Hers was huge. Mine was enormous.
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Last edited by motorcycle5; Jun 7, 2009 at 05:30 PM.
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Strange but nevertheless interesting story. Fortunately, I never had such a meeting with cops. So far I haven't got any ticket or punishment when I was riding my bike. I think that's something ... Hopefully, I'll never get into a chase with paranoid cops.