An Afternoon ride today Xmas.

I just went out for a ride with the new airfilter installed. I just can't believe how much I'm in love with this bike!!! I have sooo much fun on it. I can't stop the big ass smile on my face. I feel the bike just pulls from 3kRPM and doesn't quit at all. It's nice and strong from 5.5K to 7k right where I like to be exiting corners. I feel like the more mods made the more linear the torque curve is. This bike is great.

I went out for a quick ride since the sun was out my woman and the kids went to her parents home. I took the mille out. I wanted to hit some twisties, but didn't want to go all far to get to them so I went to a nearby spot, Green Valley. I Enjoyed most of my afternoon until I headed home.


On my way home I saw a WaSP. I slowed down and followed him. He pulled over to help a stranded motorist. I thought I was in the clear and WOT for about a mile and a half to the next exit. I take it and turned right. I stopped at the light and looked in my hideously unuseful mirror and saw a marked WaSP behind me. Damn!!!!

Where did he come from??? The light turns green I go and I see he turned on his lights too.

Damn it!!!

I pull into a private parking lot.

He asks the usual question, "do you know how fast you were going?"

I reply, "I honestly do not know. I was not looking."

He replayed what happened prior to me taking the exit off Hwy 16.

I nod convincingly thinking to myself that sounds about right. Where the hell were you!!! I didn't see you behind me.

He says, "you should be careful. You don't want to die on Christmas? I don't want to give a ticket on Christmas."

"I don't want one," I say to him.

He asks for license and registration.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

This has to ruin my Xmas. He's going to see I was just arrested for Reckless driving and see that I'm on probation and that I'm required to carry insurance. I give him the registration and pull out my wallet to grab my license. He sees the picture of my 2 boys.

He says, "oh you're a family man. You really out to be here for your kids."

"That's what I'm trying to do. I'm on my way home." I reply

I give him my license and he walks to his car and says, "I really don't want to write a ticket on Christmas."

I take all my gear off and try to hide my radar detector, cause our WaSPs don't like Radars even though it's legal.

He's in his squad car for awhile. A lot less than I'm used to. Normally when I get pulled over. The state patrol is in his car for a good 15min. This stater, trooper A.J. Fox, was in his car for about 2 min. I hear the door open and close. I don't look up until he's right near me. I look and he's holding my license and registration.


Thank you!

Thank you!

He looks at my bike and tells me, "I know you're not going to listen to me when I say slow down. You really should get insurance. Do you have insurance on the bike?"

I say to him, "not right now." All the while thinking. I have a reckless on my driving record from May. I have to wait 3 years to get a descent insurance rate.

The troopers says, "I know it's not require yet, but you should get it soon to take care of yourself and your bike."

He tells me a story about the 6 people this year that he was called to regarding motorcycle accidents. 5 of which was speed related and one where a car side swiped the motorcyclist. One of the speeders had his leg cut off hitting a wooden post from a sign.


He gives my stuff back and before he goes I extend my hand to shake his. I thanked him for not writing me a ticket. I certainly appreciate the talk and definitely the warning. I hurried home!

Thanks Trooper Fox.