05-11-2020, 02:20 AM
Sunday, yesterday, it's a beautiful day. I usually take the Bmr for a short putt on Sunday to get it up to temp, etc. I get to my fave beach-side taco joint, park and sit there on the bike watching the people for a few, then head back. Going thru the beach towns, I keep it mellow, there has been a high LEO presence the last couple of weeks, but I go thru Sunset Beach with no probs and come out the other side onto pretty empty PCH. The Bmr is running very well, and since I'm all alone, I goose it up a bit coming up the bridge at the Naval Weapons Station. What do I see ahead? Yes, a black and white sitting in some bushes, and I think Oh, crapinsky, and back off, passing him at a moderate rate, but I see his cherries come on and he pulls out. I pull over. He says he had me doing 77 in a 55. I say Oh, wow, I had no idea I was going that fast. He asks me how long have I been riding? 50 years. How many tickets have I had? One. The long and short of if, though, is he didn't give me a ticket, just some advice to slow it down, LEO is out in force. Thanks, Officer, I say, and go on way.