Southern Cops Have A Way With Words
02-23-2013, 03:21 PM
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02-25-2013, 07:30 AM
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I love the trunk monkey, especially the one with a shotgun.
Cop story from Wisconsin: I had a Ducati 916 that was supposed to have a top speed of 162MPH. For it's time, it was one fast production motorcycle. On the Saturday I was to take the family to the zoo, I wake up around 5:00 and realize I've left the tickets in my office 20 some miles away. I get on the bike and head to town, make a quick turn around and head back. Freeway is deserted so I figure I'll see what she'll do.
Fast bike or no, she would only do 140 with me on it. I am over the gross vehicle weight rating and I'm not very aerodynamic.
Next day, Sunday, the wife says she can't make my favorite breakfast because the kids used her rolling pin with their PlayDoh. No problem, the Duck and me can make Walmart and back in about 15 minutes if the check out lane is short and the checker has her act together.
Coming home I get behind a line of 6 cars that are about 5MPH below the speed limit, so when I thought it was safe, I grabbed a hand full of throttle and passed the whole line. The second car in the line was an unmarked state police car, and the lights were flashing by the time I went by at about 100.
Now I've got a rolliing pin stuffed in a leather jacket and I'm trying to figure out how to get it out without getting shot by some panicky cop. I figured I'd take the helmet off first, and when I did he looks at me, shakes his head, and says: "I would've expected this out of some young kid, but you're old enough to know better."
All I could think of was, "Hell man, if you thought that was something, you shoulda seen me yesterday" (@140MPH) Damn glad I didn't say it.
Cop story from Wisconsin: I had a Ducati 916 that was supposed to have a top speed of 162MPH. For it's time, it was one fast production motorcycle. On the Saturday I was to take the family to the zoo, I wake up around 5:00 and realize I've left the tickets in my office 20 some miles away. I get on the bike and head to town, make a quick turn around and head back. Freeway is deserted so I figure I'll see what she'll do.
Fast bike or no, she would only do 140 with me on it. I am over the gross vehicle weight rating and I'm not very aerodynamic.
Next day, Sunday, the wife says she can't make my favorite breakfast because the kids used her rolling pin with their PlayDoh. No problem, the Duck and me can make Walmart and back in about 15 minutes if the check out lane is short and the checker has her act together.
Coming home I get behind a line of 6 cars that are about 5MPH below the speed limit, so when I thought it was safe, I grabbed a hand full of throttle and passed the whole line. The second car in the line was an unmarked state police car, and the lights were flashing by the time I went by at about 100.
Now I've got a rolliing pin stuffed in a leather jacket and I'm trying to figure out how to get it out without getting shot by some panicky cop. I figured I'd take the helmet off first, and when I did he looks at me, shakes his head, and says: "I would've expected this out of some young kid, but you're old enough to know better."
All I could think of was, "Hell man, if you thought that was something, you shoulda seen me yesterday" (@140MPH) Damn glad I didn't say it.
