So the HOV lane ends and I'm heading east back to my place. I change over to the far right lane and rip ahead of a pack of cars. Earlier in the day my damn zipper broke on my coat so the thing is open and im freezin my ass off.
Because I'm cold, I was goin a lil faster the usual, weavin in and out tryin to get home as quick as possible. Apparently I was rippin a lil too fast, I know I was somewhere between 140-160km/h. I get off at 176th, and boot over to my street (off 96th if you know surrey). Feelin a lil warmer, and much happier then I'm home I throw up a couple smaller wheelies. Then I hear the sound dreaded by every sportbiker. Quick glance in the mirror confirms the fear, I see a blue SUV with the cherries runnin.
Im usually really good at spottin these ghost cars, haven't been nabbed by one till then. Jump off the bike and take off my helmet. Out of the suv comes Officer Stylin'. I would never guess this guy to be a cop. Young asian dude, kinda baggy jeans, and a sweater. Pulls out the badge, lettin me know he's for real.
"Why were you weaving in and out of traffic like that?" he asks
I'm kinda freakin inside cuz I dunno how long he's been followin me, and I know I was doing excessive among other things.
"Actually my zipper on my coat broke and I was cold, just trying to get home quick officer"
"You were going really fast you know, I was doing 140 and still not catching up"
"Im sorry officer, I dont usually speed..." I plead.
"Is that right... I saw you on the 25th too. You were weaving just like that. I was doing 150 and still lost you. Can I see your license"
When he said that I just about shit my pants. Yeah I speed, but it's not usually that bad, because Im paranoid of this very scenario. To top it off, I don't even have my friggin license on me. I only have the paper license right now and I just got a new copy from ICBC conveniently sitting on my god damn desk at home.
So I give him an old paper from Action that had my license # on it.
He goes back to his truck and sits for a bit, runnin my # I guess. About this time I know Im fucked. He had my plate from 2 days ago doin excessive, and now today. Fuck.
Officer Stylin' gets out, with only my registration and Action paper. NO WAY im thinkin...
"I'm not a traffic cop, and I hate writin tickets," music to my ears. "You hear about those 4 kids in the mustang?" I nod. "Well your on a bike, think about it. This is your lucky day. I could have written you up $600 worth of tickets. Learn from this. Have a good day."
HOLY SHIT! This was the damn coolest cop I have ever come across.
LESSON TO BE LEARNED...
~Ride carefully on that damn #1, this guy wasn't in the usual ghost car. His windows were REALLY tinted, couldn't see his cherries in the back at all. If you speed, they'll getcha~
Damn, thats a lotta typing.