Sunday morning, nice and warm. Was in shorts & t as was the girl. Decided to ride up the road for breakfast. Ah, such freedom - just like walking around the house naked. After that we decided to go on a sedate little ride to visit some friends.
The Harley was purring along the southern at 95 and we were working on our tan. Past a cop on the side of the motorway who immediately went to warp factor 10, pulled along side us as gave me the kind of glare my mother used to when I had done something wrong. On goes the lights so I raised my hand palm up gesturing "Why?" and continued on just a little bit to put him off guard.
This will be good I said to myself. There's nothing better than being pulled over when you've done nothing outside the law. After we got through the formalities and he was comfortable that I wasn't drug running he thought he would turn his attention to our lack of safety gear. His attempt at a lecture was met with a smirk and chuckles (the through the nose type). This broke out to a laugh when he said he wasn't going to give me a ticket. A "what for" wasn't required because he knew the answer.
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