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Out for an evening ride, coming through the outskirts of town, cruising along, just minding my own business, when suddenly, two flashing blue lights appeared in my mirrors. I believe my immediate thought on the subject was "Oh Crap!". So's I pull over onto the shoulder, put the Bandit on the side stand, shut it off and wait. Mr. trooper walks up and says those
immortal words, "may I see your driver's license". Getting off the bike, I pull out my wallet and reach for my license. However, starting things off on the 2nd wrong foot, I forgot about being in Lowes today. Normally, that would not matter, but I keep my license as the top item in a particular pocket. Leaving Lowes, I had placed my credit card in that place on top of the license and now in the dark, I could not read what I was handing him.
He looks at the card and says, "I believe this is a credit card". Hmmm says I, I dont guess that is going to do is it?
I hand him my license which he immediately checks for a motorcycle endorsement. No problem there hehe. He next asks if I have the registration to which I
reply, "certainly" and hand to him in two seconds. Then he looks at my license plate and says, "about time for a new one isnt it?" Giving him my best puzzled, befuddled old man expression, I reply that it doesnt expire until November. He says the numbers are almost worn off. I look and say, "yeah, I guess you're right". I'm not inclined to try to elaborate on how that could have have happened. Mr. Officer says to stay where I am while he runs the numbers and goes back to his car. A minute later he returns and
says I got you on radar at 58 mph in a 45 zone". To which my reply was, I guess I should have been paying better attention. He says, "ease it off a little bit. Have a nice night. I said thank You.
Maybe having the proper paperwork, wearing the gear, and being pleasant does help. Or maybe he was just happy I didnt make him chase me.
Earl
immortal words, "may I see your driver's license". Getting off the bike, I pull out my wallet and reach for my license. However, starting things off on the 2nd wrong foot, I forgot about being in Lowes today. Normally, that would not matter, but I keep my license as the top item in a particular pocket. Leaving Lowes, I had placed my credit card in that place on top of the license and now in the dark, I could not read what I was handing him.
He looks at the card and says, "I believe this is a credit card". Hmmm says I, I dont guess that is going to do is it?
I hand him my license which he immediately checks for a motorcycle endorsement. No problem there hehe. He next asks if I have the registration to which I reply, "certainly" and hand to him in two seconds. Then he looks at my license plate and says, "about time for a new one isnt it?" Giving him my best puzzled, befuddled old man expression, I reply that it doesnt expire until November. He says the numbers are almost worn off. I look and say, "yeah, I guess you're right". I'm not inclined to try to elaborate on how that could have have happened.
Mr. Officer says to stay where I am while he runs the numbers and goes back to his car. A minute later he returns andsays I got you on radar at 58 mph in a 45 zone". To which my reply was, I guess I should have been paying better attention. He says, "ease it off a little bit. Have a nice night. I said thank You.
Maybe having the proper paperwork, wearing the gear, and being pleasant does help. Or maybe he was just happy I didnt make him chase me. Earl
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