[E Sully]

Thirty years ago I was on my way to upstate NY in my Mustang to bring my brother back to Buffalo for college. The highway was empty and my brother asked how fast the car would go. I quickly brought it up to about 125 and right back down to 60. About 30 seconds later a state trooper goes flying by wide open. I guess he was shooting radar on the other side of the highway and it set off the detector, but did not see the type of car from his hiding spot. Since he saw me going normal speed in the right lane he probably figured there was someone ahead of me zipping along.
Two weeks later my brother tells me a friend is selling a Suzuki GS 1000 cheap, just needs a rear tire. Airline had a $50 special from NYC to Buffalo so I flew up a week later after registering the bike to bring ride it home.
My brother and his girlfriend came with me in her Toyota. Half way home brother decided to bring it up to 80 mph. It was raining lightly so I stayed around the speed limit on the bike. Suddenly a trooper is behind me with his lights on. I was confused since I did nothing wrong, and he hadn't stopped my brother who was speeding. He tells me he pulled me over because he didn't see the inspection sticker, and I showed him the 10 day temporary one. I explained I just bought it and was following my brother home. He asked if my brother was driving a Toyota. I said yes and he told me to tell him to slow down and drove off. 10 miles later I find my brother on the side of the highway waiting for me. I tell him the story. A couple miles later we pass the trooper on the side of the road with his radar set up again. He gave us a smile and waved as we passed. I guess he disliked motorcyclists more than speeders.