natural275
.040 Over
OK, it has been suggested to post more, so here goes.... When for a ride a couple of weeks ago, thinking I would shoot over to the sunny California coast and get wet and then make a loop south and home. Going west on a usually near deserted road in the middle of nowhere, a common place for bikes, I'm looking forward to opening up the Rocket a bit. Took some whoop-de-dos at moderately high speed, bike did great, but as I approached the area of "going fast", I see a black and white speck in the distance. Allowing reason to get the better of me, I back off, going by at 55mph, which was painful to say the least. Leaving our public guardian behind and getting back into the hills, some bicks come the other way slowly, so I back off and shortly there goes another one.... Get over to the coast, and the freeway is packed with patrol cars, for over 150 miles its cop city... Get to Malibu, and its freaking beautiful out, and I'm really enjoying it even though there are so many cops out that I couldn't really ride; just had to be constantly looking out for radar guns and watching my speed which was ssslllooowwwwwwwwww.... So I've got 300 miles behind me and not much really FUN riding because there have been cops everywhere nearly the whole trip, but enjoying it because its so nice out, and I'm thinking maybe I should just move down here and live like this all the time. Just when feeling so good, I get snapped back to current California reality. Need gas, see station, pull into left turn lane, and glancing into my mirror I see a large 4x4 pickup approaching me at high speed and not really slowing down and the driver has his head turned yakking at his girl and I like my health and my bike so I cut across the painted divider into the station and low and behold there are TWO cops there ticketing nearly everyone getting gas who made some similar infraction. Of course my move was totally safe: no oncoming traffic, just protecting myself, but the pimple faced virgin junior policeman writes me a big fat expensive ticket for my serious violation of the law. And with eagerness too, like "I got one!". I tried to reason with him, but his power badge got in the way of his brain and he gleefully handed me my ticket. And I had tried so hard the whole ride to be good. After fueling I tried real hard not to punch it as I got the hell out of there making my way through the maze of law enforcement... F*ck Malibu! Fortunately able to get some peace leaving LA county and returning home by a different route and had some good times, but the whole 480 mile day was tainted by poilice more interested in raising revenue than protecting the public. Just my 2 cent rant...