Last night I went out for a solo ride and when I finally came back to the city there was a road closure under a bridge and I had to take a boulevard and then make a U-turn. I stopped on a red and as soon as I had the green arrow I made the U-turn, and I let it rip just a little, I look on my mirror and there he is, a motorcycle cop running the red light to chase me with the discotheque lights on, shit I was screwed, right? well I was in 2nd and I clutched and shifted all the way to sixth doing 65 in a 40 and started slowing down, I even put my left hand in my leg so that he could see that I wasn't in "aggressive mode" anymore... just before catching up with me he turned the lights off and came on my left and I heard a little blare of the siren, I kept going like nothing happened, then he came on my right and pulled even, as I lifted my lid he said " I just thought it was a friend of mine, he's got a bike just like this one, but his' got a white stripe down there by the clutch cover... what's your bike? kawasaki huh? those are nice, but I like suzuki better... well, take care ok?..."
I didn't say a single word, he just down-shifted and went away and a couple minutes later he went by like hell on the other side of the road and honked... shit that was weird.
I didn't say a single word, he just down-shifted and went away and a couple minutes later he went by like hell on the other side of the road and honked... shit that was weird.