Went on a short ride today with oldschool, a friend of his (does he have a screen name), and granda. We were heading to Comp Acc to get me a new pair of gloves and granda bought his boss some oil (what an employee ). So we leave my place in Tipp and meet up with granda at the Speedway in Huber, jump on 70 and slab it to Comp. We get to comp and oldschool asks me where my license plate is...Umm...yeah it's not on the bike right now. I decided to take it off and put it on the other bike to take it for a test ride and in the rush today getting out, I forgot to put it back on my bike. So here we are 35 minutes from Tipp and I've got no plate. Cool. Get my gloves and granda's bosses oil and head back, a bit more on the back roads, seemed like a good idea at the time...We're about 5 miles from my place and ahead I see a sheriff on a side street...Crap. Timing is everything I suppose, this one decided to pull out in front of us. No harm, no foul. It was a good ride! Thanks for the ride again guys!