Once I went out for a ride alone just to cool off my head.
I was going through with something that I really needed something to make me feel better.
I was wearing one piece leathers, gloves, boots and even back protector.
I went to this road locally known as Racers Road in Brookshire, TX.
Speed limit is 55mph and it's 7 mile long twistie/sweepie road (okay, I can hear you are laughing now).
I was going about 76mph around the corner and I saw a cop coming around from the other side of the road.
I thought since I wasn't going all that fast and the local cops are normally cool about riders with gear, I didn't think he'll pull me over.
And... he did.
"Did you know how fast you were going? You were going 85mph"
"No, sir. I saw you and I looked at my ODM, I was going 76mph"
"Give me your license and insurance"
At first I didn't care.
I was like, whatever.
Than, I realized I'm really not in the position to deal with all these.
So I asked
"I'm sorry that I was going so fast. Before I saw you, I didn't know how fast I was going. I have some personal things going on that did let it out a little bit."
"Unlike other motorcycle riders, I really appreciate your good attitude. I'm not going to write you a ticket. I'm just writing you a warning"
"

"
Than we started chatting a little bit.
He complimented my gear and bike.
I told him I normally (

) don't ride fast on public road.
He learned about trackday and said would like to come out to see me and others.
I told him to bring speed gun.
Later he said.
"You know... I'm the only unit out here today. So, let it out a little bit, but be careful"
"

"
I went up and down the road several times (a little faster this time

).
Everytime I saw him, I waved and he happily waved back at me.
It was a good day.