Outlaw
Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 9:36 am
Almost got arrested yesterday, apparently when a GSP drives by in the other direction you have to watch for hand signals from them.
Was on a back road 100 feet from the trail entrance, when GSP drives by. I enter trail and start to haul ass, which is normal when i hit dirt. I make it about mile, have a get off, breaking the rear fender. I see no signs of my riding buddy, my phone starts ringing, it's my buddy. He's been pulled over by the gsp, and wants me to ride back, or he's going to jail. So i haul ass back to the road, kill the engine and roll up to him and the cop. As soon as I'm off the bike the cop grabs me by my back pack trying to pick me up/drag me to his cruiser. At this point I'm still talking calmly, telling him "hey you are choking me", he's yelling "don't even look at me, look at the ground". Umm Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
So I'm pretty muddy, bikes muddy, pack is muddy, and now cop is muddy. This makes him even more angry, grabs his cuffs, and forcefully cuffs my hands behind me. I've got the WTF look going on, all while still in my goggles and helmet. He goes "don't even give me that look you know why I'm arresting you." I reply"Actually I don't know" "You looked back and saw me" he says. "Yeah, but you never turned your lights on" I calmly state. This goes on for a few minutes, every time I reply you didn't have your lights on. Also I have 2 GOPRO's on me, though they where never on, the gsp doesn't now this, only that have cameras on me and the bike.
So the officer, looks at me, and say's "Your buddy gets to go home now for not trying to run". I ask my riding buddy to head to the house and tell my wife. After he leaves the cop gets some gloves comes back and starts pulling at my helmet. Well guess what its still strapped on, so I start yelling "Whoa, Whoa, its still strapped", this idiot goes "yeah I know that" then unstraps it, has me pull my head out while he holds the lid.
This point he brings me to the rear seat of the car has me get in. I've never been in the back of one, but damn its cramped, I'm talking like less then 10 inches of leg room. My big ol' boots dont fit, I express this to him. He says just sit in there sideways, remember I'm freaking muddy, real muddy. Now I have a nasty, nasty muddy back seat. He goes to the front, grabs something, maybe his video, gets back out walks up to my bike while looking at what ever he grabbed from the front of the cruiser. Studies my bike, calls some one on a cell phone, talks for 5-10 mins. Comes back opens up the rear car door.
OK, so he's calmed down now, talking at normal tone, and speed. Asks again why i was running, give the same answer I'm not running if you never turn the blue lights on. Now he starts picking at my bike, telling the tires are not made for the road. I respond with they have DOT numbers, he reply's 'That doesn't make them legal for the road". I get the feeling I'm not getting arrested so, i don't push this issue. He starts asking me personal questions, like if I own a home, have a wife, kid, where i work, where she works. Answer all the questions, and add I'm a normal dude, not a drug dealer, or a criminal. and if you turned your lights I would have pulled over. So he say's I'm going to let you go with a verbal warning, tells me to ride the trails back to my house, not to ride my street legal bike on the road anymore.
He hauls ass leaving my with missing rear fender bike. I jump back on the trail and head back to find my tail light, locate it on the side of the trail. I take this time to call my wife and buddy, let everyone know I'm still a free man. I plan on hitting the trails over to a road near the house but find the river is way to flooded. I head down to a friends house through a trail system. Luckily he was home, drove me back to house so I could get my trailer, you know can;t be riding street legal bikes on the road and all.
So that was my weekend ride, not the best riding day, but one hell of a experience.
Was on a back road 100 feet from the trail entrance, when GSP drives by. I enter trail and start to haul ass, which is normal when i hit dirt. I make it about mile, have a get off, breaking the rear fender. I see no signs of my riding buddy, my phone starts ringing, it's my buddy. He's been pulled over by the gsp, and wants me to ride back, or he's going to jail. So i haul ass back to the road, kill the engine and roll up to him and the cop. As soon as I'm off the bike the cop grabs me by my back pack trying to pick me up/drag me to his cruiser. At this point I'm still talking calmly, telling him "hey you are choking me", he's yelling "don't even look at me, look at the ground". Umm Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
So I'm pretty muddy, bikes muddy, pack is muddy, and now cop is muddy. This makes him even more angry, grabs his cuffs, and forcefully cuffs my hands behind me. I've got the WTF look going on, all while still in my goggles and helmet. He goes "don't even give me that look you know why I'm arresting you." I reply"Actually I don't know" "You looked back and saw me" he says. "Yeah, but you never turned your lights on" I calmly state. This goes on for a few minutes, every time I reply you didn't have your lights on. Also I have 2 GOPRO's on me, though they where never on, the gsp doesn't now this, only that have cameras on me and the bike.
So the officer, looks at me, and say's "Your buddy gets to go home now for not trying to run". I ask my riding buddy to head to the house and tell my wife. After he leaves the cop gets some gloves comes back and starts pulling at my helmet. Well guess what its still strapped on, so I start yelling "Whoa, Whoa, its still strapped", this idiot goes "yeah I know that" then unstraps it, has me pull my head out while he holds the lid.
This point he brings me to the rear seat of the car has me get in. I've never been in the back of one, but damn its cramped, I'm talking like less then 10 inches of leg room. My big ol' boots dont fit, I express this to him. He says just sit in there sideways, remember I'm freaking muddy, real muddy. Now I have a nasty, nasty muddy back seat. He goes to the front, grabs something, maybe his video, gets back out walks up to my bike while looking at what ever he grabbed from the front of the cruiser. Studies my bike, calls some one on a cell phone, talks for 5-10 mins. Comes back opens up the rear car door.
OK, so he's calmed down now, talking at normal tone, and speed. Asks again why i was running, give the same answer I'm not running if you never turn the blue lights on. Now he starts picking at my bike, telling the tires are not made for the road. I respond with they have DOT numbers, he reply's 'That doesn't make them legal for the road". I get the feeling I'm not getting arrested so, i don't push this issue. He starts asking me personal questions, like if I own a home, have a wife, kid, where i work, where she works. Answer all the questions, and add I'm a normal dude, not a drug dealer, or a criminal. and if you turned your lights I would have pulled over. So he say's I'm going to let you go with a verbal warning, tells me to ride the trails back to my house, not to ride my street legal bike on the road anymore.
He hauls ass leaving my with missing rear fender bike. I jump back on the trail and head back to find my tail light, locate it on the side of the trail. I take this time to call my wife and buddy, let everyone know I'm still a free man. I plan on hitting the trails over to a road near the house but find the river is way to flooded. I head down to a friends house through a trail system. Luckily he was home, drove me back to house so I could get my trailer, you know can;t be riding street legal bikes on the road and all.
So that was my weekend ride, not the best riding day, but one hell of a experience.