So I banged through some 2 lane twisties for half an hour or so, unfamiliar territory but kinda knew where I was, then found rt 30 and figured I'd head back toward home to play with the dogs and have a beer. Screwed it on a little too tight in 6th up a semi-blind rise and there's a dalton cop SUV. So I adjust my speed and keep glancing my mirrors and he's not there.....till he is....then he lights up the disco.
I immediately pull over, remove gloves and helmet and retrieve my wallet. He comes up, introduces himself and immediately thanks me for stopping.
My reply: I'm not going to risk the safety of everyone else on the road over $200, that's just a dick move.
He then notes my bike is brand new, and a 1000cc! Damn this must get it! Turns out he had a gsxr750 when he was in the police academy. I give him my info and off to his car he fucks.
So my insurance company is already on the edge of dropping me because of tickets. I cannot get another one. I'm off the bike, stretching etc and see him exit his vehicle.
No ticket book. Fuck yes.
Tells me I get a warning despite my speed. I tell him I'm so lucky, if I got a ticket he'd be hearing about a homicide in massillon tomorrow because my wife would shoot me.
We laugh, shake hands, I thank him and go on my way.
If only every stop could be like this one.
Dalton has at least one cool cop, and I hope to have the opportunity to buy him a beer one day.