Bluerauder
03-24-2004, 06:47 PM
Being from DC metro area, I rarely have the opportunity to let the “Big Dog Run”. However, one day last week on the way home from work, I got caught at a redlight. There I was – first in line and a full ½ mile of black top parkway was looming ahead of me. This clear road and no traffic is a very infrequent sight around here and the demon was whispering in my left ear wanting me to – do it – just Do It !!! :banana2:
Well, I’m sure that some of you have been there before. Needless to say, I am rather weak at warding off temptation. So, when the light turned green … I mashed the gas and enjoyed the feel of power and acceleration of my Marauder. It’s just a stock 300B; but enough for now. The needle moved quickly up the scale – then I decided to back off and let her coast awhile.
In the distance ahead, I noticed what looked like a pedestrian trying to cross the road. As I got closer, it started to look more like a policeman … holding a radar (maybe lidar or vascar -- he## I don't know) gun. Since the rest of the crowd was some 300 yards behind me, there was no doubt who he was looking for. It was a County Motorcycle officer with his bike hidden neatly off to the side of the road. :nono:
He approached the driver’s side and said those chilling words – “driver’s license and registration”. He had clocked me at 20 mph over the speed limit and I felt fortunate that I backed off before it was much worse. As I opened my wallet to retrieve my license – he asked “Is that a military ID?” and asked to see it as well. As I mentally prepared for the worst, he said “I was going to write you out a ticket; but out of respect for your prior service – I am going to overlook this one. Be real careful out there and take it easy. And, by the way, that is one really nice car. I wish that the county would spring for a couple of them”. :bounce:
With that, he told me to “have a nice day” and I started to breathe again after a bunch of yes, sir and no, sirs and Thanks. I realize that he was half my age – but he really did cut me some bigtime slack. I’m glad they have got guys like that on the force. My last “speeding” incident was in 1972 in a ’71 Chevelle and I was in no hurry to ‘splain what happened to my wife on my way home that night. She just wouldn’t understand ….. :down:
Will I do it again … probably …. But not too soon. I told you I am weak. Does anybody think that I can recoup some money from Mercury for the 2 inches of pedal that I won’t be using much.:o
Well, I’m sure that some of you have been there before. Needless to say, I am rather weak at warding off temptation. So, when the light turned green … I mashed the gas and enjoyed the feel of power and acceleration of my Marauder. It’s just a stock 300B; but enough for now. The needle moved quickly up the scale – then I decided to back off and let her coast awhile.
In the distance ahead, I noticed what looked like a pedestrian trying to cross the road. As I got closer, it started to look more like a policeman … holding a radar (maybe lidar or vascar -- he## I don't know) gun. Since the rest of the crowd was some 300 yards behind me, there was no doubt who he was looking for. It was a County Motorcycle officer with his bike hidden neatly off to the side of the road. :nono:
He approached the driver’s side and said those chilling words – “driver’s license and registration”. He had clocked me at 20 mph over the speed limit and I felt fortunate that I backed off before it was much worse. As I opened my wallet to retrieve my license – he asked “Is that a military ID?” and asked to see it as well. As I mentally prepared for the worst, he said “I was going to write you out a ticket; but out of respect for your prior service – I am going to overlook this one. Be real careful out there and take it easy. And, by the way, that is one really nice car. I wish that the county would spring for a couple of them”. :bounce:
With that, he told me to “have a nice day” and I started to breathe again after a bunch of yes, sir and no, sirs and Thanks. I realize that he was half my age – but he really did cut me some bigtime slack. I’m glad they have got guys like that on the force. My last “speeding” incident was in 1972 in a ’71 Chevelle and I was in no hurry to ‘splain what happened to my wife on my way home that night. She just wouldn’t understand ….. :down:
Will I do it again … probably …. But not too soon. I told you I am weak. Does anybody think that I can recoup some money from Mercury for the 2 inches of pedal that I won’t be using much.:o