Yesterday, your two aging protagonists (my friend and myself) decide to go for a ride on our new sportbikes out to Harrison. Cruising along the 7, outside of Mission, lotta traffic so, dum-de-dum, when the dinosaur throws the lights on me comin' the other way. I am NOT speeding. I pull, my friend passes me to carry on and the cop goes after him! I pull up behind the cop and stop.
My friend's report of the first conversation is this, "I wasn't speeding and you know it; what'd you pull me over for?"
Plod's reply, "Just wait here."
He comes up to me and pulls the usual rhetorical BS on me, "What's your hurry?" I said, "There's no hurry, I wasn't speeding." "You were doing 45+ over the speed limit!" My reply, "Absolutely, no way! No chance whatsoever!" I ask how he clocked my speed, he replies, " With my eyes...and the radar." I said, "Let me see the display!" He says, "Well...I don't know if the display is still up..." Hmmmmm, right. Back and forth with the, "What's your hurry", "I wasn't speeding." thing. Eventually he has us standing together and starts laying down the lecture.
My friend is steaming up his leather suit by this time and starts commenting on the cop's insinuation that we're a couple of streetracer assclowns like the brainiac in the Mustang that killed all his friends a couple back.
"What's it going to take to slow you guys down?; 'no such thing as a good bike accident', 'crotchrockets', 'murdercycles'", etc. is the cop's mantra.
My friend counters with an discussion we've had many times about how you can enforce til the cows come home, and you'll never make a dent because, people who have money don't give a shit about fines and how the government puts nothing towards effective driver/rider training because it's monetary self-interest is at stake.
After a protracted discussion, finally, the cop sees reason and lets us off the hook. I think, though, if we'd been 17, he'd have played hide-the-nightstick with us. That would have been somewhat more justified, given the fact we were both operating top of the line sportbikes, and would be very serious rookies at it. However, this was pure out profiling and harassment and we were not going to go down without a fight.
Watch your asses out there...