It started with a typical evening for a sportbike rider living in the lower mainland. It was a decent day except for the partly cloudy weather, I had nothing to do so I decided to go for a ride.
Not having been on my bike all day I had a slightly twitchy right wrist. However, I didn't feel like going too fast or doing anything too crazy so as I warmed the bike up I decided to ride through Surrey to the King George Hwy, over the Patella Bridge to New West, then out to YVR to meet my buddy as he left work and ride back with him.
I left my home in North Delta and headed towards Scott road. Having recently greatly improved my wheeling abilities though practice, I am no longer able to ride for long without letting my front wheel leave the confines of the gravity bound pavement, and soar skyward with the same joyful inspiration that the aircraft I fly display, as I rotate them off the airport runway.
This, almost surprisingly, was not my undoing this evening. As often happens, when we know we are doing something wrong, we are observant, taking into account the danger of being caught and being attentive to any threat of red and blue. The opposite happens when we are relaxed and enjoying ourselves, our fears can sneak up on us when we least expect it. The problem occurs when we get used to taking risks. We become complacent and inobservant while still breaking the law and running even more of a risk of being caught.
This was my undoing.
I was at the intersection of 96th ave on Scott Rd in the right lane behind one car at the red light heading north. After the intersection, the right lane ends, I knew this. On my right was a gas station.
There was a cop sitting in his marked police cruiser at this gas station.
Me, not intending to do anything stupid, was not alert. I did not see him
The light turned green, the car in front merged into the left lane immediately after the intersection. I passed the car in front in the right lane as it ended, not wanting to be stuck behind.
This must have been what the cop saw initially, "passing on the right".
I of course accelerated to pass the car, but slowed down immediately as there was a bus now ahead of me. When the bus pulled into its next stop, with no traffic left in front of me I continued past and down the hill, navigating the newly engineered curves at a speed I guestimate at 100-120Kph, definitely speeding and possibly slightly excessively.
I continued down Scott road until 104th ave where I turned right wanting to go up the steep hill. I slowed before the hill before cautiously accelerating up the hill, enjoying first the sensation of increased gravity, and then less as I crested the level railroad crossing and continued up the hill to the top, where I slowed due to the residential area I was entering.
At the top of the hill I caught up with traffic, and had to slow down further because of lots of gravel on the road. The car in front of me pulled over and that's when I heard it, a siren. Thinking only of the usual procedure and concentrating on riding over the gravel, I pulled over. To my surprise, the police car pulled in behind me.
Okay, I thought, they saw me zip up the hill, I know I was speeding, I'll probably get off with a warning.
I shut off the bike, took my gloves and helmet off, set them on my tank and stood beside my bike with my license ready as I waited for the officer to step out of his car.
To my astonishment, the officer walked up, told me to put my hands behind my back, and proceeded to tell me that he was arresting me for dangerous driving.
I couldn't believe what I hearing and had no idea why he was doing this.
Turns out, he had seen me first back at 96th ave, and had been trying to catch me since. I DID NOT see him at all.
He put me in the back of the car, and to make the rest of the story short(er) (sorry people I just wanted to make it sound interesting) He asked me if I wanted to go to jail and probably have my license taken away, or a ticket with a hefty fine.
Briefly considering which choice provided me with the most satisfying results, I chose B.
So my real mistake out of the whole situation was not realizing that there was a cop behind me. If he had pulled me over for the first offense only, maybe I would only have received a warning.
It was just stupid of me to not be more observant. Gotta check those mirrors, dammit.
Anyway it's way too late I mean early right now, I gotta go to bed, I'll check for responses, cries of fool, proclamations of idiocy, tomorrow afternoon.
You can call me stupid all you want, that's exactly what I was. and here's a picture to prove it.