I got pulled over early one morning about 6 years ago. The traffic and road conditions were not safe to stopping by the highway itself. So, I hit the right turn signal then motioned at myself and then the officer and pointed to softball field parking lot just ahead. After stopping in the parking area, I watched as the officer pulled in at least 3 spaces away. That can't be good, right? Well, I'm off the bike with my helmet on the ground and license & insurance card ready when he gets out of his car and over too me.
"Slow that thing down!" , he said with a suprisingly pleasant grin. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
Me, " Home to bed. I've been at work since 6pm last night."
Him spying the dealer tag, " Is that a new motorcycle?"
Me, "Yes, sir. Just got it last week."
Him, " It sure is pretty." (As he hands me my license and ins. card back and reminds me to be careful.)
When he turned to walk back to his car, I asked him how fast I was going?
"60." The limit was 45.
Amazed, I put away my ID and helmeted back up. I looked and he'd stopped so far away so he could turn around to leave more easily.
That's when I noticed I'd been stopped by the chaplain!
Could he have written me up? Definitely. Why not? I guess because he was a nice fellow & trying to help out a sleepy biker with a heavy throttle hand.
He did, too.
=)
eddie