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Well today I went out to Greater Boston Motorsports to get an inspection sticker for my new plate (my previous one was stolen), and also to buy some oil and wash my bike.
While I'm washing my bike, some clouds form above my head and start to drizzle (it happens about 80% of the time I wash my bike at GBM). I soon finish and decide to race by the cloud and make it to the patch of blue sky before some more serious rain hits.
On Mass Ave. on the way back I am going faster than usual, ranging from 40mph up to 60 at one point. I wasn't just speeding for the heck of it, sometimes to move around cars and catch the next light. So as I just pass a few cars, I accelerate to about 55-60 when out of the corner of my eye I see an arlington police car parked on the side of the road under a tree. I immediately tuck behind the car I was going to pass on the right and then steer off to the curb (this is happening as I see him pull out after me without his blues on, just headlights).
I park the bike, kickstand down, turn everything off and by that point he's parked behind me and switches his blues on. Take helmet off and he opens the door and walks up.
His face was a "what the fuck is going on", and he asks "what's goin on buddy?"
I say- "I apologize, I..."
Him "you were doin 55 back there".
Me- "I'm sorry, I just left the dealer- I was there washing my bike and I was just trying to get ahead of the rain and get home, I..."
Him- "do you have your license? just let me see your license."
Me- "can i get off the bike?" (since I was struggling to take my wallet out sitting)
Him- "yea, just show me your license- then I want you to get the heck outta here"
enough narration- I offered to show my registration, while I pulled it out the receipt for the oil I bought flew out and he stumbled after it while saying, no just slow down buddy, get outta here- and gave me my license back.
Sorry for the long ass story, but I was surprised and actually curious what would happen since I started pulling over before he even turned his car on. I think he was pretty shocked. Really nice guy, and it's not like I was being absolutely reckless. Mass Ave is wide and has a lot of space for a bike. You can see for a mile down the road in most sections and I wasn't going crazy.
Just thought I'd share, maybe convince a few more that not running is usually the best idea. From a psychological perspective, I started pulling over just as he was probably deciding what he was going to do (It's logical to assume that most officers decide- maybe subconsciously even- what they're going to do within fractions of seconds after noticing the violation, i.e. i'm gonna give that asshole a fatass ticket vs. is he pulling over already? that's strangely nice... I should give him a warning). Might not be actually going through his/her head like that, but depending on what they feel as they observe the violation, it probably has a huge effect on how they react.
I'm done.
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Originally Posted by Pookie
Or in a small town where speeding tickets are the main source of income.
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