I did a nice 75 mile ride today up into northern Westchester County, NY. A guy on a Suzuki 1000 V-Strom (hideous cruiser) rode with me. Winding roads, few stop signs or lights, and unbelievable scenery. Towards the end of the ride, we had lunch at a nice Italian restraunt in Scott's Corner, NY on Rt 37, just north of New Canaan, CT. After lunch, we were standing by our bikes parked in front of the place, and I was having a smoke before we got going. All of a sudden, my buddy says "uh-oh", and I look up, and see a cop walking over to us. He had driven by, seen our bikes, made a u-turn, parked, got out of his cop car, and walked over. He said he couldn't belive my bike, and he had to stop to look at it. I told him I was going to buy a Harley, but where I live, every "Guido", and his brother has one. Then he says "I see you're looking at my name tag". Of course, he had an Italian surname. I told him no offense intended officer, but you know what I mean, those guys with the gold chains. He reached under the collar of his shirt, and pulled out a gold chain. He laughed, and said "that's a f***ing beautiful motorcycle. Then, he got a call, and took off. My buddy looks at me and says " I can't believe what just happened". I said what are you talking about? He said "I saw that cop coming over, and I thought he was going to give us a hard time about where we were parked, or something". I said no, he just wanted to look at my bike. It happens all the time. Now, I will make my first attempt at posting pics. Charlie
