[RKDinOKC]

Reminds me when I got pulled over after passing and motorcycle cop hiding under a bridge. Was doing 115 and didn't slow down or pull over until he came up to the drivers side, blipped the siren on an off, and motioned me over. Waited until he walked up to roll my window down, had farted several times and it was all I could do to keep from pooping my pants.

I told me I was doing 115 and I saw me look at him and if I would have slowed them he wouldn't have pulled me over. Said if I had slowed down when I saw him turn his lights on he wouldn't have pulled me over. But I made him come up beside the car and motion before I slowed down and pulled over. Then said he wanted to see my license and insurance.

I really fumbled around to get my wallet and pull my license out trying to keep from pooping. Pretty sure I had a quit the concentration grimace on my face. Told him I had irritable bowl syndrome and had to go really bad, and the I was trying to make it home because I would be in the bathroom for 2 or 3 hours. Then I handed him what I thought was my license but was a credit card. He leaned in and said no, your license. I apologized, took the card and pulled out the license. The scent must have started wafting out of the window or leaning in to hand me my card he got a nose full because instead of taking my license he said Go, just go, and keep it under 90. I immediately said thank you as I put it in gear and drove off. As I was pulling away he made a weird comment. He said I wish I would have met you under better circumstances.

As I was driving off I looked in my mirror and saw a patrol car pulling up behind his cycle. He was walking back to it looking down and shaking his head no. A couple of miles on down the freeway there was another patrol car in the median facing the direction I was coming from. I passed him doing 90 and he waved at me as I went by. Guessing they were ready chase me down and haul me to the pokey.