Bones
That Guy
Went out yesterday into Illinois solo and looked at a dealer at a bike I was interested in.
Go out today with the local dealer with ~70 bikes and a good showing of mainly crotchies. About a 250 mile day and and these kids ride hard and WAY harder than the VFR can handle, but I was keeping up in a group of about 10. We were warned in town #1 to slow it down and radioed ahead to the next county to the sheriffs. We knew what was up, kept it slow and one kid took off, I was in the middle and said WTF, might as well. My VFR tops around 120 on the GPS and we topped a hill and there he was and we were doing 102, clocked at 94. Stopped the kid (Kid #1) in front first, he was attempting out running him.
Gets him pulled over and we eventually come up to the pig going 50 
and he motions us all over. Reads us the riot act about what happens to people at 95mph? ( to say, "depends high side? Low side? gear no gear?" ) but I shut my hole. He let's us all go since he can't write us all up. Kid #1 is in front of the sheriff, puts his helmet on while we are getting fed, fires up his **** and pegs the rev limiter and BOLTS! Cop did not even flintch and says "I got his plate, do you know him?" We all get to the stop for lunch and the sheriffs were on every corner leaving that town and I left that group and rode home solo. I don't need anymore of that bad mo jo.
Good times.
Go out today with the local dealer with ~70 bikes and a good showing of mainly crotchies. About a 250 mile day and and these kids ride hard and WAY harder than the VFR can handle, but I was keeping up in a group of about 10. We were warned in town #1 to slow it down and radioed ahead to the next county to the sheriffs. We knew what was up, kept it slow and one kid took off, I was in the middle and said WTF, might as well. My VFR tops around 120 on the GPS and we topped a hill and there he was and we were doing 102, clocked at 94. Stopped the kid (Kid #1) in front first, he was attempting out running him.
Gets him pulled over and we eventually come up to the pig going 50 and he motions us all over. Reads us the riot act about what happens to people at 95mph? ( to say, "depends high side? Low side? gear no gear?" ) but I shut my hole. He let's us all go since he can't write us all up. Kid #1 is in front of the sheriff, puts his helmet on while we are getting fed, fires up his **** and pegs the rev limiter and BOLTS! Cop did not even flintch and says "I got his plate, do you know him?" We all get to the stop for lunch and the sheriffs were on every corner leaving that town and I left that group and rode home solo. I don't need anymore of that bad mo jo.Good times.
