hunterfz6
Senior Member
I'm scooting down the state highway, and i'm getting close to the exit for the interstate, I need to go south. So I turn my right signal, drop a gear and spoosh over to the right lane, prepping to pass a train of semi's. 5 of them in all. I'm cruising past the 3-4th one, when quickly in between the 3 and 4 truck I see a city cruiser with its lights on and its backing up quick for intercept. Well, I grabbed a hand full of front brake. I first saw 92, next glance was 57mph. I got ahead of the 4th truck and got behind the 5th truck. At that point it was a long slow dream of a leaning turn, at 15 mph. I got to look around and see if that durn cop was coming around the entrance ramp. Nope I dont see him, so I figure, yeah he has a radio, i'll see another cruiser going south bound. Yes, indeed I found another black and white sitting between the emergency lane and the exit to a road. Nothing, i'm totally perplexed, poleaxed. I prayed to god, Yes god, I deserve that ticket, and if he pulls me over i'm gonna pay it. No cop at all. The way I figure, that cop saw on his radar 92 come mph, he couldnt see what the red streak was clearly cause of all the semi's. Ergo he really didnt have a target unless he hell of scooted in front of a bunch of semi's hauling ass to get on the road. He just turned off his engine and said, damn another FZ6!!!. I took it REAAAAaLy easy the rest of the way home, expecting an all points broadcast, red crotch rocket looking thing with a guy wearing a black and yellow jacket, and bluejeans. So no problems getting home, I did manage to spend a few minutes practicing quick stopping. I got a little scared when I skidded the front tire and it actually lost traction for a little scary moment. I wont grab that much break again ever.