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Ian - Amazing to think what we got away with years ago... I can vouch for a few like yours and fall into that catagory. Now makes me look worse than the kids today - L.

OK a few more and thats all I'm sharing... Many young and dumb years ago and while on the bike.

Part I: I'm in some twisty suburbia late at night, nothing too abnormal but this particular area likes to post 30mph everywhere when its a wide open area and could easily be a comfortable 55 in a car.

So, I'm clearly doing 20 over the lim and to me is like walking speed but I soon spotted the flashers and thought to myself... no way... nitch down a gear and I was gone... but ahead and at two other points I see flashers closing in... Moto-rola time. With a little andrenaline and half correct thinking, I pulled over and shut it down... but rather ended up hiding behind some tree hedge near a driveway. The cheery's happily were singing and zinging past my hideout. I waited about 45 min (seemed like eternity) until I reversed my direction and took another route.

Part II: A few weeks later while on the same bike but near the same area, I was riding the posted limit but a cop pulled me over. He mentioned the situation of the earlier event and said he knew it was me and the bike but couldn't prove it. No matter, he wasn't interested in anything about law enforcement and just wanted to know more of the bike as he just ordered one and wanted it set-up! We chatted for awhile and sure seemed excited when I fired it back up and left the roadside!
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Bike shenanigans again:
A bud and I were heading to Road America for a race weekend and riding the rockets on the twisty route 67 northbound. Early morning and the entire route was gear banging redline fun. After taching out in TOP gear for a sustained time, I spotted flashers and a road block! I thought I was j-bound. I pulled up slowly and flipped the visor and this most cool, jolly, elderly sheriff mentioned the road block was because of a fire ahead. In the meantime, my bud rolls up and is three sheets white in the face but wisely didn't say a word. The jolly cop simply tells us of a detour we can BLAST down! It still boggles me today.