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It was an exquisite Spring day in Virginia, so naturally I took my IC SC beast out for a ride... only today I wore my full race gear. Gotta break it in, right? The modern race suit is **** comfortable to ride in my rear-rear set position, extremely well ventilated, and the extra confidence engendered by level 3 armor and knee sliders is almost frightening. I do admit to being quite a sight with blue flames, black/white race leathers... and speed hump. I call it my "arrest me, I'm speeding" look. 
Well turns out, I might be right. Alerted by my detector (slightly illegal), I knew there was a Virginia Trooper ahead miles before I saw him, and slowed to a just under the limit. No matter, when he eyeballed my outrageous apparition on his highway, he pulled right out behind me. Now I have a heads-up speed display in my helmet, it's cake to hold precisely 1 MPH under the limit... so I do. Meanwhile he's frying me with microwaves from his radar, multiple LEDs are flashing inside my helmet, and the chance of any more children is rapidly diminishing due to the radiation exposure. This goes on for 10 or 12 more miles, through several speed zones dropping from 55 to 45, to 35, then 25... he holds a cool 1/4 mile off like a trailing attack sub. Finally I succumb to the pressure and turn off into a country store... naturally he follows me in.
Now I grew up on HD choppers and to me that means license check and VIN inspection, maybe hassle for inspection violations.
Nope! He just wanted to look at the bike!!! We had a good chat, and he knew enough about fast bikes to be suitably impressed. Gotta love them polite Virginia Troopers! He was a true Virginia Gentleman and a Man of Color... a very big Man at that. Dat's what I luv about da South!
Well turns out, I might be right. Alerted by my detector (slightly illegal), I knew there was a Virginia Trooper ahead miles before I saw him, and slowed to a just under the limit. No matter, when he eyeballed my outrageous apparition on his highway, he pulled right out behind me. Now I have a heads-up speed display in my helmet, it's cake to hold precisely 1 MPH under the limit... so I do. Meanwhile he's frying me with microwaves from his radar, multiple LEDs are flashing inside my helmet, and the chance of any more children is rapidly diminishing due to the radiation exposure. This goes on for 10 or 12 more miles, through several speed zones dropping from 55 to 45, to 35, then 25... he holds a cool 1/4 mile off like a trailing attack sub. Finally I succumb to the pressure and turn off into a country store... naturally he follows me in.
Now I grew up on HD choppers and to me that means license check and VIN inspection, maybe hassle for inspection violations.
Nope! He just wanted to look at the bike!!! We had a good chat, and he knew enough about fast bikes to be suitably impressed. Gotta love them polite Virginia Troopers! He was a true Virginia Gentleman and a Man of Color... a very big Man at that. Dat's what I luv about da South!
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