Yesterday, I was on an empty road. Not a car in sight for at least 2 miles ahead. I decide, meh what the hell i”ll open her up a little. I power wheelie going at least 130, as I look to back as I’m coming down. I see a patrol car with its lights in my mirrors. I think to myself welp “I ain’t going to jail today” as I look at my quarter full gas meter. At that point I knew I was fucked, as I slow down and we approach traffic that was ahead I hear “PULL OVER NOW”. At this point I’m drenched in sweat, my mouth is like a desert and I’m shitting myself because I’m out of options.I pull over and get off my bike,as the Sheriff approaches he says with a smirk on his face “care to guess why I stopped you today”“License & Registration” Mind you, all while this is happening I’m thinking to myself “please don’t see that I have no plate, “oh shit did he notice the straight pipe”. After glancing at my information he looks up and says, “I thought for sure you were going to run” “you even have no plate” as he checks out my bike. (KTM 1290 Super Duke R). I said “of course officer I’d never run” “Where ya headed”? “work...” “you running late”?? “mhm” he laughed and handed me back my information, as he walked back to his cruiser he turned and said “nice bike, slow it down a bit will ya”Are all Cops/Sheriffs this cool or did he really not give a single shit? Lol. via /r/motorcycles https://www.reddit.com/r/motorcycles/comments/934dh1/so_no_ticket_officer/?utm_source=ifttt
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