ok...I got one for you...this was many years ago, circa 1980, in Ottawa Ontario...I was about 26 and had a chopped GS1000...weld-on hardtail, 10 in overstock front end, apes, king and queen, 19" front, 16x5 rear, 4 into 2 Jardine turnouts, coffin tank with red lace paint...you get the picture...anyway, I'm in the process of moving to Baffin Island (my ex-wife was a nurse and accepted a position there)...she was already gone with the kids and I was trying to sell our house...and maybe partying a bit, too, if the truth be known...anyway, I'm visiting a friend and his sister (a babe) needs smokes or something and wants to go for a ride...so off we go...I'm at an intersection, waiting to make a left onto a major street, and a cop goes through the intersection in front of me and gives me a long hard look...I turn the corner and I'm coming up behind him. He stops dead in front of me and motions me to pull over...I'm pissed off, cuz I've done nothing, so I flip him the bird, kick it down into first and let her go...The back wheels smokin', the front wheels off the ground, this chick is wrapped around me like no chick has ever been wrapped like that before, and I'm gone! He hits the lights, and gives chase...there's lots of traffic, lots of pedestrians, and i'm hitting speeds of 70 or 80 but can't get out of second gear because of the need to keep slowing down...the chick on the back is terrified, and I finally pull over cause I don't want anyone to get hurt. The cop gets out of the car, and he's mad...his hand is on his nightstick, and I take off my helmet and throw it at him and yell "What the hell are hassling me for?" He yells back..." Your headlights not on!"
...I think the fine was $170 or something...
