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I usually feel pretty confident speeding on small motorcycles. I think that cops are not after wee bikes: it is comical to think of someone on a dangerously underpowered motor vehicle ticketed for speeding. I feel different today.
On my way to school work yesterday, I pushed the limit of what the Trail90 is able to do speedwise across the Marshall Ave. - Lake St. bridge over the Mississippi River. I suppose I got it up to about 50 or so—on the downhill portion, anyway. I pulled up to the stoplight at the Mississippi River Blvd. West alongside a large man on a large motorcycle. A cop was at the intersection; small strobe lights under the cop car's fender signalled that he was pulling someone over. It was either me or the large motorcycle. My brain released adrenaline into my bloodstream; I felt flushed and my breath shortened. The light turned green. I and the other motorcyclist inched forward. The cop pulled out a few feet to stop us. The large bike turned left onto the River Parkway and the cop pulled him over. I felt as though I had dodged a bullet. Or at least a ticket. I proceeded straight through the light (where I usually turn right) and headed back to the Parkway upstream from the pull over scene.
Today, I proceeded much more calmly across the Mississippi River bridge.
Posted by Underblog at June 2, 2005 10:14 AM
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Lucky you didn't pop a wheelie right in front of him.
Posted by: Suzanne at June 2, 2005 1:34 PM