One night, about 22 years ago I was out riding my Ô73 Yamaha LT3 100 Enduro
Pictured Here! minding my own business on the back streets of town when all of the sudden a cop car came out of nowhere and started following me right on my butt! Perhaps he was trying to read my expired tag that was cleverly covered with a couple leaves that I had affixed to the plate earlier that night.
He flipped on the lights and of course, I pegged it, and shot down a street and looked back and the cop did not make the corner as easy as me and he slid through an empty lot and he was getting on it hard! I turned down another street, hoping to make it to the woods when all of the sudden another cop car came out of an alley and cut me off. I had to lock it up and crashed in the middle of the road, meanwhile the other cop dang near ran me over !
The next thing I know, IÕm looking down the wrong end of a very big revolver! And have a cop shouting angrily at me, but I canÕt hear a word Ôcuz I have headphones on rocking to some AC/DC or something. I had to yell out to the cop and tell him I have to reach into my chest pocket and turn off my stereo. Well he did not shoot me so he musta believed me or something.
The next part I remember, is sitting in the car watching him write out tickets for ÒNo license, No endorsement, Expired tags, No Insurance, Reckless driving...,Ó then he started to write another ÒE - l - u - d Ò then he stopped right there and looked at me and said ÒI think weÕll stop right there and he slammed his book shut.
Next he instructed me to push my bike home, where he would be waiting for me so he could have a little talk with my Mom. He had a kinda surprised look on his face when he arrived at the house and I was all ready sitting in the driveway!
I think Mom was more pissed at getting woke up at 2 am than the lilÕ joyride
Think I told her I was just out practicing!
I had just enough money in the bank to cover the $315 in fines!