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This is an absolutely true account. It is rather long.
Here goes.
Let me tell you a little story about my run in with Fryeburg Maine police officer.
I made a trip up to Bridgton Maine this time last year with the intention of spending a couple days at Bike Week and a couple more with my family at our vacation home in Bridgton. My wife and daughter were already there and awaiting my estimated arrival time of 8:30pm.
I headed out from work (Rockland, Ma) at around 4:30pm on a Sunday evening with a route mapped out that took me through Boston and rt 93 into NH. Once in NH I hopped off 93 and took some great backroads from the NH border up to RT 302. I was making excellent time and really enjoying the ride. Once I got onto RT 302 I was on the home stretch, a road I know really well, and I only had about 30 minutes of riding to go.
I crossed over into Maine and proceeded to head into Fryeburg. I went by Fryeburg Academy on my right and started to round the bend well withihn the speed limit. Once the road straightened out I opened her up a bit and passed a car in a passing zone. I proceeded to cruise at about 70 mph in a posted 50 mph zone. There were no cars in front of me, no cars behind me, The sun was setting and I only had two miles to go.
I decided to look in my mirror and I saw a flashing lights cresting a hill way off in the distance. I looked again and now it could tell it was a the Police, this guy was cooking! i glanced down at my speedo and it read 72mph. For a second i said to myself there is no way he is after me because there was no one on the road and i certainly didn't pass by any speed trap. I know thi because my Escort Solo2 has never let me down. So I started to slow down and pull off to the dirt shoulder. And here he comes screeching right behind me. I pull to a complete stop. By the time i took my gloves off to get to my helmet strap he was in my face.
COP: "LICENSE AND REGISTRATION!"
Me: stunned, "sure. can I get my helmet off?"
COP: "Get OFF THE CYCLE!"
I get off the bike with my helmet, jacket and backpack still on. He reaches over to the ignition and pulls the key out.
The cop is seriously stressed out, he's shaking and fumble my key onto the ground.
COP: still shouting, "STEP BACK TOWARDS THE CRUISER"
Me: no problem sir, can i take my helmet and back pack off please?
Still no response from him as he bends down to pick up my key.
COP: slightly lower tone, "Take You're Helmet and Bag Off And Set Them Down Behind The Cycle."
At this point I am likeis wrong with this guy? He must drink way to much coffee or he needs to lay off the coke. Anyhow i do as I'm told and put my helmet and bag by the back wheel and step back to the cruiser. He then starts to empty my back pack and the tail bag onto the side of the road. And the DoucheBag has yet to take my license and registration.
COP: "Are You Carrying Anything I should Be Aware Of"
Me: No sir, I don't think so.
COP: "YES OR NO?" "ARE YOU CARRYING ANY NARCOTICS OR DRUG PARAPHANALIA?"
Me: No sir, I'm clean and sober. I do have my license and registration that you asked for Officer.
He then starts to walk back towards me.
COP: "Turn Around And Put Your Hands Behind Your Back."
Me: blank stare..... "Am I being arrested Officer?"
COP: "Turn Around!"
I turn around and he puts the cuffs on.
Me: "Can I atleast take off my jacket Officer."
COP: "You'll survive."
He reaches into my back pocket to get my license and reg. He starts rifling through my wallet. He then starts to explain to me why he has me pulled over.
Cop: "30 mph over the speed limit is an arrestible offense. I had you doing 90mph in a 50mph back near the Fire Dept/Police Station. I'm also citing you for passing in marked lanes and Driving To Endanger/Wreckless Operation of a motor vehicle.
Cop: "Didn't you see me back there?"
Me: "Where?"
Cop: "At the station."
Me: " I saw the Cruiser but it was empty. I'd be a fool to speed past a Police Station"
Cop: "YUP."
Me: trying to bribe him, he did have my wallet in his hands. "Is there anything i can do to make this right Officer?"
He then escorts me to the back seat of the Cruiser.
At this point I still have my Astars TZ1 Leather with hard armor still on and zipped and my hands are cuffed behind my back. Now the mosquitos are starting to feast on my face and neck. I must have looked like an epileptic to anyone who passed by.
He crams me in the back beside his rain gear, cowboy hat, fishing tackle box and fishing pole. I find that it is nearly impossible to sit upright so i somewhat lie down with my head near the tackle box that stunk like dead minnows.
At this point i see him outside on the radio reading my plate, and license #. Then the Bridgton Cruiser shows up.
i then start to worry, Oh shit, y wife is expecting me to be there by now. if i don't show up she'll think i got into an accident.
15-20 minutes goes by the Officer finally gets in the Cruiser with me. i had to beg him to have the station call my wife to let her know that I am o.k..
Wrecker shows up to tow my bike. It was painfull to watch. So painfull that i forgot about the 50 mosquitos that wre feasting on me.
The Officer gets in the car again and we head off.
Me: "So what happens now."
Cop: " I have to take you in for procesing."
Me: "Isn't Fryeburg in the other direction?"
Cop: "Oh, you're not going to Fryeburg. You're going to S.Paris Maine Correctional Facility."
Me: "Are you serious sir? How far is that from here?"
Cop: "Oh about 40 minutes."
I was so upset, angry and disappointed that i didn't know what to say or do. So I did nothing at all. I stayed polite and very respectful the whole time cause i knew that once they have you pulled over you're at their mercy.
I started to make small talk with him, told a few jokes, made him laugh. We seemed to be getting along pretty well. I tried to make the best of the situation.
He then said to me.
Cop: " are you comfortable back there?"
Me: "as comfortable as I can be with cuffs and a armored jacket on."
Cop: "No, i mean tempreature wise, is it cool enough?"
Me: "actually it's nice,, thanks for asking."
I then heard the nice soothing hum of the A/C disappear and i instantly began to sweat. MO%^$R F&#!ER !!! i thought to myself. The bastard turned off the A/C. I was sweating my balls off for the last half hour of the ride.
The whole ordeal cost me just over $2,000. They dropped all charges except for the speeding which is a mandatory 30 day license suspension in Maine.
My Advice: DON"T SPEED IN MAINE!
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