i had been modifying my gsxr-750 for a month or two, and hadn't ridden since i started working on it. i got it buttoned up at around midnight or so one night, and
had to ride it... you know how that goes! so i threw on my leathers and took it out. i stayed pretty slow through the neighborhood, only doing 35 in a 25. i rolled through a stop sign, continued on, turned onto the main road and took it up to about 90 or so (in a 45) before i saw the lights behind me. my registration had expired in the time i was working on it, and i didn't have proof of insurance, or my drivers license for that matter. so the tally went like this:
expired plates
no registration
no insurance
no drivers license
35 in a 25
two rolled stop signs
and 90 in a 45.
apparently he was behind me for quite some time.. lmao!
thankfully, he was a friend of a friend of mine on the force. i dropped my friends name like a hot potato while i was sitting in the back of the squad car. the officer just gave me a look, and told me that when people drop names, he usually gives them the full penalty that he can. but... he was a good friend of my friends, and my friend had actually talked to him about some of our streetracing days of yore (we both had pretty nice mustangs).
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