Know they enemy

You mean the black helicopters?........ohhhhhhh,,,,, now I see why I need to practice getting away quickly.

THEY'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE.........GO SHIT IN YER HAT COPPER!!!!!!

 

If I do something that has the police chasing after me, I'll just pull over and take my punishment. Don't do the crime if you can't do the time.

 

No, just one I pulled from the web for ilustration purposes.

 

Really. I do not ride a bike to do crimes and shit. Or to be a bad ass.
I ride a bike to have one hell of a good time and live to see another day. I prefer that day to be a free one, NOT IN JAIL.

 

Is it a law in California to wear a reflector vest?

Hypothetically it might have went like this - say you pass a cop that is sitting and you are already going go to jail speed. I never stuck around to actually go to jail. I had in the past on several occasions had the boys in blue close enough to get my tag number and never heard a word about it.

Once was right in town in Santa Fe,NM. If I recall correctly speed wasn't so much the issue as not having a license at the time. This guy was on me like stink on shit, at some key intersections he had help,they blocked the oncoming lanes of other traffic for me. Eventually I was able to put the move on him in traffic and began passing cars two and three at a time. I used the rabbit technique on him and led him in a big circle back to where it all started and wound up inside a fenced in gate inside the friends house I was riding with. Nervously we sipped beer and watched out the front window. I also rememeber not leaving there for perhaps a full day.


Other incidents occured in Denver and Las Vegas to name but a few where I didn't know the road and didn't have a plan. These areas that had helicopters that scared me to death. My plan was if I saw a helicopter to get the bike stopped and try to smoke as much of a cigarette before the cars came. Or to try and lead them to a restricted airspace.

These days I have no plans to jap any of them. But gosh darn it there always seems to be the possibility of getting someone on you if you happen to be going super fast. "Cop? Heck officer last cop I saw was about 20 miles back going the other way... ." It becomes a simple math problem. At 155 MPH you are going the length of a football field every 2.3 seconds. How many seconds does it take him to reach his 130 and where are you when he does?

I'M no longer Hell Bent For Leather On a Plastic Motorcycle, but I'M always curious about the " what ifs" in life.

 

:crazy::behindsofa::faint2:opcorn: So your midle aged when do you plan on growing up. Its one thing if shit happens its another to act like it makes you a bad ass or something. So you got lucky before you nvr know what is gonna happen in the future.

 

I guess I will play it safe and not give my opinion, or run from the cops. No flames, and no jail time. And no casualties. Problem solved. Moving to a thread about wheelies, stoppies and superman's next. bye.

 

So it's wrong to wonder just how fast a cop car will go? What their 1/4 mile times are like?

That's all.

 

The only crime I commited was going too fast. Bad ass? Hardly, at the time I weighed less than 150 pounds.

 

The occasionaly wheelie is fun. Stoppies IMO were what happened if you did something wrong. Ditto for burnouts.

I saw Superman once on HWY1 near San Simeon. He was on an RC30 and was riding pretty crazy. He passed me on the inside of a really tight right hander and kept heading North. I tried to keep up for a little while because I had never seen a guy on a bike wearing a cape since I saw Evel Knievel jump 14 buses at King's Island in 1975.

 

Call me old, overly cautious, whatever but i won't run. IF I happen to get pinched going too fast , so be it , take my lumps, carry on. I've seen too many bad wrecks at high speed on the road. We had a gal in our group hit a work glove at 200 km/h on her gixxer and even though she had her gear she got F$#@ed up royally. After seeing that kind of thing up close a few times, you reconsider your mortality. Let alone the other people who could potentially be involved in a wreck. IMO it ain't worth it.

 

If I ever wanted to commit some crime like rob a bank you know what I'd pick as the perfect getaway vehicle? A dirtbike. Because no matter even if the cops got a hayabusa they won't be able to follow me into the woods.

 

a long time ago....

25 years ago I was going to purchase a 1965 Mustang fastback located on the back side of the Blue Mountains, about 30 minutes away. I wanted to get there before the sun set. My youthful mind said hurry; let’s seal the deal.

So I climbed on our Honda 550. At the time it was the fastest bike in the stable. Breaking through our tree lined country roads, there it was - the entrance ramp to the four lane highway. I decided to open her up, now merging onto the highway and accelerating fast. There was no traffic, a clear highway, a cool September evening, it was perfect, so I kicked the rear pegs out and laid down on the tank and wound it tight into the low triple digits.

With the mirrors vibrating I thought I could see flashing lights in the distance. Having escaped prior chases (3) something youthful inside me said go. I crested a slight grade and no longer saw the flashing lights. I stayed on the throttle, but suddenly my responsible thoughts went to stop. I did.

Sitting on the guard rail, helmet off, jacket off and license ready. The State trooper pulled-up, lights still flashing and I gave him my information and he returned from his cruiser and we sat on the guard rail and then in his cruiser and talked for close to an hour. One question he asked me stuck “what was so important as to risk your life on a public highway?” That officer was not lecturing, screaming, bullying he actually showed compassion and concern.

Then he reached for his wallet and gave me a picture of his son who was no longer with us. He asked me if I would feel ok if my father could someday only speak about me from memories and a worn picture. That Police officer spoke to me as a father and a friend.

Don’t run, you don’t want to be just a memory to your family.

Yes he gave me a ticket; I wasn’t angry and I rode away a better person.

There may be some rouge officers that do bad things but there are far more that are genuine.

 

I have kind of a bad ass, but I'm no where near being a badass.

 

Thanks for the great story it harkens me back to a simpler time of ill fitting open faced helmets and goggles and my own feet on the back pegs,nose pressed against the Nippon Sekki,Veglia Borletti and Smith's clocks.

Makes me yearn for a CB550 Four of my own.

Do you remember what he clocked you at or what the fine was?

In 1993 I was taking a ZX-11 over to a Brit friend's house for short term storage. I let him ride it and was following in his Subaru until he yanked the throttle and dissapered.

I came by him and the cops on the side of the road, then waited anxiously at his house. Twenty minutes or so later he arrived and said he had been going about 155 MPH when he saw the lights and pulled over. The roadway was a bit wide where they spotted him going the other way. Too wide to get a radar reading on him. My friend Matthew said the cop said something about a " bullet bike."

And sure enough though no speed was indicated on the ticket in the officer's narrative again were the words: bullet bike.As I think back it was pretty stupid to let him ride it and even more stupid to leave the keys there. He was a former motorcycle writer from the U.K. and your typical Chelsea snob, and I told him that to his face. He called me "a typical obnoxious American". The last time I saw him we switched bikes on a twisty stretch of mountain road going in to Hyde Park just North of Santa Fe,N.M. and he was on my VFR 700 and I aboard his Ducati 900 SS. At the end he remarked that " I (me) seemed to have trouble finding the approriate gear at the appropriate time," laughed and a said "so did I."

Switching bikes was something my close friends and I enjoyed back in the day. But writing this has made me curious why adults would set me loose with real bikes,years before I had an actual license (to fly). It's amazing the speed an RD 350 will gather up when the rider only weighs 105 pounds... .

 

What do I recall about the fine?

The officer showed me a speed/points chart. He then indicated the speed I was going (118 mph, I thought it was higher, but why argue) was high enough so as to warrant an escorted trip to the Police station and loose my driving privileges for a very long time. It wasn't my first brush with speeding. He showed mercy and didn’t record the event at that level.

Though I didn’t just ride away either.

I had just landed my first “real” job, and that was part of my long term life planning conversation with the officer. He must have seen the look of remorse in my eyes and emptiness I felt that he no longer had his son to talk with.

Well I lost my license for 6 months and had 4 points against my insurance, I was able to ride straight home and then turn in my license about a month latter.

Monetarily speaking the event was expensive. Insofar as character building and what matters in life as well as the interaction with the officer, - the event was priceless.

I never bought the 65 Mustang either.

 

yes it held up in court...and he had a decent lawyer, and it was him under the helmet....... the clothes he was wearing were laying in a pile on the floor I have never written down a "random plate number" and and arrested anyone.... That's a pretty offensive thing to say to some one. out of the 1000 plus tickets and 100 or so DUI that I arrested only three tickets were contested and all the DUI cases were prosecuted successfully.

 

No its not a law in California...this was a long time ago in another life I had.

 

WOW - you must have had that 550 rung out pretty good! Good story, sounds like the cop wasn't a dick at all.

 

oh, why did you label it know thy Enemy? I mean, come on, really? if you get a ticket for going 90 in a 65 ITS YOUR FAULT.... if you run from the police and get caught its YOUR FAULT..... so really why label the police as the Enemy...They are doing a job that you won't do. or that the majority of the population won't do. I wish I could fing that article that was written. its almost poetic. hmm have to search for it.....