The year...1971.
I had just traded my '66 BSA Lightning in on a brand new BSA Rocket 3.
Mike, who also worked at the airport, had a '70 Honda CB750.
We got off work at the same time.
The two Harley-mounted Motor Cops chased us a good couple o' miles or so down Aviation Blvd, before we looked at each other and decided with a look of resignation on our faces that we better pull over and not exacerbate the situation any further.
As I recall, that wait for those two Harleys to pull up seemed to take forever.(but it DID give us time to get our stories in-synch)
Cheers,
Dwight
(got the infraction talked down from "Racing On City Streets" to "Exhibition Of Speed"[slightly not as bad for some reason])
