As some of you may know we had the Annual Rune Rally that Tim puts on every year this past weekend in Erwin, Tennessee. We always have a great time and there are always stories to tell after a days ride. Erwin is close to the Snake (hwy 421) and we always have groups that take that ride. One of the older gentlemen in the group (Chuck aka "SiteData") took the ride this year... here is his story:
Three years ago, at the Rune Rally, a group ride resulted in the locals
calling the police to complain that some motorcycles may be running a
wee bit faster than the posted speed limits. This became evident when
the group rounded a curve and were met by a squadron of police cars
manning a roadblock. There were some strong lectures but only one
$191.00 ticket issued thus we have the “191ticketmaster”.
Last year “Jakesboss” arrived with a police escort that promptly took him
in toe and deposited him in the backseat of a squad car and whisked-off
to jail. I have no clue what that cost but I read where the courthouse had
state-of-the-art conditioning installed shortly there after.
This year not-so-much excitement.
On the arm of my leather jacket I have a Washington DC - Capital Police Badge that was given to me.
On Sunday a group of us were riding the “Snake” and as I rounded a curve
there was a police car headed to the side of my on coming lane. The police officer
shook his finger at me indicating he was not a happy camper. I thought
piss on him, he’s headed in the wrong direction so no worries for me. Then
about a half mile further on, as I rounded another bend what should I see but
another police car, but this time the cop is standing in the center of the opposite
lane and his finger wasn’t wagging it was pointing at the spot where he wanted
me to stop.
As he walked the eight feet over to my motorcycle he was looking at the badge
on my jacket.
Following is the word-for-word conversation he had.
COP: “Capital Police?”.
ME: “Retired”.
COP: “Do you know the speed limit here?”
ME: “30”
COP: “I clocked you at 53”
ME: “I have a good excuse”
COP: “What is it?”
ME: “I didn’t know you would be here”.
COP: “That’s a good excuse”.
He used the finger again indicating it was OK for me to go on.
