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Originally Posted by Grapesoda
once the cops told me I should be ashamed of fucking a fat girl, looked at my license and said "Brian you should be ashamed" poured out the beer and told me to go home  |
I did have a cop pull me over for burning rubber when I was going around a corner (it was completely unintentional, big motor in a small car). He had me get out and asked me if I was trying to impress the girl with me or something. I told him I did not need to do that as we lived together. He laughed and handed my papers back and let me go.
Another time I was riding my 1949 Panhead to work. Just as the light turned green a busy intersection, I stalled the bike. It was a pretty major intersection, rush hour, so I pushed it across (pretty pissed), put the kickstand down, started on the first kick, then tore off up the street. Soon there were sirens and lights as a TPD motorcycle cop pulled me over.
He came up and said, "all these people expect me to cite you, but I saw what happened, I just wanted to make them think I was citing you." He let me go . . . a few years later his daughter and mine were best friends and he and I would go riding together.