by request ... or ... to ease the four wheel blues

so
a month or so ago
I
was
driving down
to central
Oregon on
my
ducati

[something I noticed]
[my ducati has a nice ring to it]
[much better than]
[your ducati or his ducati]
[or even that ducati]
[but anyway]

for
much of the trip
I
was making
good time
[read cruising]
[at high velocity]

I stopped in salem
ate dinner

got back on I-5 south
for
two miles
took
highway 22
east

if you have never been
this is
a great road

long
mostly straight
the road
rolls
gentle ups
and gentle downs

so
anyway
I am cruising about
70
there is
light traffic

and occasionally
I will get a clear stretch of
road
and
open the throttle
a bit

the
speed limit posted
is
50

[wait]
[I need to go earlier]
[so]
[this being the first long trip]
[on my bike]
[I had not]
[realized that]
[the full down]
[riding position]
[the racing crouch]
[would be the most]
[comfortable ride]

[I had positioned my]
[rear view mirrors]
[to]
[provide the]
[best area of vision]
[from]
[the straight up sitting]
[position]

so
to make this short
I could not see
behind me

which was
unfortunate

and you can
imagine my
surprise as
I hear the
whoop-whoop
of
a police siren
behind me

so
I look behind me
and
he has
me
dead to rights
he is
smack on my tail
lights flashing

cursing
I
pull over

kill my engine
drop my kickstand
pull off my helmet

the officer approaches
[a sheriff's deputy]

"afternoon" he says

"afternoon officer" I reply

"how are you today?" he asks

"quite well and yourself?" I reply

"I am well, Son, do you know why I pulled you over?" [yep that's him again]

"No sir, not really" I reply

Do you know how fast you were going?

"No sir, not really"

"how fast do you think you were going?"

"Not really sure sir, probably about 70?"

"Do you know what the speed limit is here"

"No sir, not really"

"The speed limit on this road is 50"

"oh"

"yeah I have been following you since I-5"

[oh fuck - i think]

he continues-
"paced you most of the time around 70,
every so often you would open her up,
and be way out in front of me"

*sheepish grin*
yeah its my first trip out on her
must have gotten a little carried away. - I said

So I was sitting there
trying to think of a reason
not to pull you over but
you just weren't helping me much
"Can I have your license, and insurance please."

now for those of you
who don't know

I do not have a license
let alone a motorcycle endorsement
nor did I at this moment
have my insurance card
with me

so
my wallet is
in my tank bag
but
I am standing behind the
bike
my vehicle registration
however is
in my trunk
so
I open the trunk up
and start digging through
the
stuff in there

hand my registration
to the officer and
keep digging
after about
five minutes
I scratch my head
look rather confused
turn to the officer
and
say

"damn I cant find my wallet"
"must have left it back in Salem"
"when I stopped for dinner"

to which
he replies

"Don't worry about it"
"I wasn't going to write you a ticket anyway"
"just keep the speed down for me"

"yes sir" I say

I light a smoke
we chat for
a few minutes about the
bike

and he leaves.

and
I
much relieved
finish my smoke

and
I
drive on.