BlueJ
Blue Haired Freak
.. on my aforementioned back road home, having left work early because it was such a nice day. On the same aforementioned back road where I usually channel my inner TT racer and zip along at 5K rpms in 3rd or better (that's 130 kph for you metric types).
But TODAY, because I left work early, there were many many cagers on that same road, and I was stuck in the middle of the pack. On that 2 lane country road with the double yellow line. But it was a pretty day, so I stayed there, in the middle of the pack, and sorta zoned out, keeping a constant distance between me and the guy ahead of me and keeping an eye on the guy behind me.
So we're collectively poking along on this gorgeous day and come over a hill in front of a sweeping left turn and the nice man with the funny looking flashlight waves every single one of us over so he could ask about "what year is that bike" and "can I see your license and registration" and "could you take your helmet off so I can see if you're who you say you are" and "45 in a 30 zone".
So part of me is like FUCK! I didn't want a speeding ticket!!!!
And part of me is like FUCK! Going right along with traffic going slo-o-ow and *that's* when I get a speeding ticket???
And part of me is like FUCK! I'm glad there was traffic here today or it would have been more like "70 in a 30 zone, get off the bike sir!"
*sigh*
At least the nice man with the funny flashlight said he'd call it 39 instead so it would only be one point.
*sigh* again.
Fucking cagers.....
But TODAY, because I left work early, there were many many cagers on that same road, and I was stuck in the middle of the pack. On that 2 lane country road with the double yellow line. But it was a pretty day, so I stayed there, in the middle of the pack, and sorta zoned out, keeping a constant distance between me and the guy ahead of me and keeping an eye on the guy behind me.
So we're collectively poking along on this gorgeous day and come over a hill in front of a sweeping left turn and the nice man with the funny looking flashlight waves every single one of us over so he could ask about "what year is that bike" and "can I see your license and registration" and "could you take your helmet off so I can see if you're who you say you are" and "45 in a 30 zone".
So part of me is like FUCK! I didn't want a speeding ticket!!!!
And part of me is like FUCK! Going right along with traffic going slo-o-ow and *that's* when I get a speeding ticket???
And part of me is like FUCK! I'm glad there was traffic here today or it would have been more like "70 in a 30 zone, get off the bike sir!"
*sigh*
At least the nice man with the funny flashlight said he'd call it 39 instead so it would only be one point.
*sigh* again.
Fucking cagers.....