Another beautiful November day in Wisconsin. Temps in the low 50's and the sun was shinin'...
Got up early, to install a new air filter (hit reserve the other day, and left it empty so the change would be easier), with thoughts of getting a few miles in this afternoon.
Air filter change went off without a hitch (man I love the 'quick disconnect'), and after a few chores, I threw on the boots, leathers, and helmet... Quick stop to fill'er up, and I was on my way... I decided it was a good time to pay a visit to my folks place, and pointed the big beast north.
Mom and dad live about 35 miles away, and the roads to West Bend are two lane, twisty, and not too busy... I was just toolin' down the road, with the tunes cranked up, really enjoying the beautiful day.
The car that shot past me, going the other direction, caught my eye... White, with a strange looking roof rack... Checked my speed... 65 indicated... 55 zone... Soon to be 45... I Back off a bit... Roof rack car pops a U-Turn, and turns on the lights... Damn

I pull over, he pulls up behind me... "Good afternoon officer" I say... He says what's yer hurry? I say I don't think I was speeding. He says 64 in a 45 is speeding... I protest, he takes my license, and heads back to the car... I take off my helmet, light up a smoke, and stew... I can understand a ticket for 64 in a 45... But where I saw him, and he saw me, it was 55, and only 45 after I pulled over.
19 over, and $190 that I coulda used for chrome... I'm gonna show up for court. If fo no other reason but to get it reduced. I know my speedo is about 5mph optimistic at that speed, so I don't think I was doing 60 when we passed one another... Moving radar, from the other direction, has burned me once before, but that was 25 years ago... I've not had a ticket in 10 years, and the cop even said, with my record, they should reduce it in court...
Nice day, crappy end to the season...

Black Dog