yay bridge traffic, #1 backed up west bound around 6 for a loooooong way back, so up the side I go...been pinched before for this, so I'm always hesitant... then I come up on a 63 impala rag top, and I slow down to talk to the guy (since I've got a 63 too), so then after that distraction I pick up speed a bit, headed into the sunset...which wasn't so good, as I can't really see that the back of a van I'm coming up along side that says "sheriff"...oops! too late, so I act like I know what I'm doing an just glare at him as I pass his drivers side window, he's glaring back.... shit...but I keep going, skootin ahead just enough to make reading my plate difficult (hopefully!)... no cherries, no stopping.... I'm thinking wtf did that just happen? I'm guessing a sheriff thinks himself above routine traffic violations? (lucky me then...and I'll keep that in mind for the future)
Then on the way back tonight, west bound just shy of the Kensington exit, cops got a couple bikes...one's being jacked up by the tow trucks...I'm guessing novice riding against restriction after sunset...heh, I ride away thinking my good luck is now your bad luck; karmas a bitch ain't it!