Kawasaki Triples Club

A strange thing happened when out on the H2a today,

Was riding home from a mates house this evening, after accelerating up a short hill & turning into the village, I noticed I was being followed by a police car
After a couple of hundred yards at 30mph, I indicated to turn towards our street when they flashed me to pull over

Fearing the worst I pulled in and they drove alongside I looked into the car & saw two young coppers smiling & they said could they have a look at the bike

They had never seen one before and thought it looked beautiful and the smell was fantastic
they got out for a better look & were thrilled to see the old girl.

Needless to say I was relieved & rode home with a big grin on my face,

"Let the good times roll"

What a great story

Excellent story. Trouble is they will go back to the nick and tell everyone else about it. You will get stopped by every copper in the area now just so they can see your bike

was stopped one day by two motorcycles cops when I rode (fast) my RG 500, they just wanted to see the bike

With a coupla mates got stopped some time back (we were going a little fast).. the copper obviously started looking closely at the bikes but then put his cop head on and whilst asking about the bikes he asked for ones lads documents, and checked my lights and brakes, then looked at anothers ones tyres..

Now, if he'd done it the other way round... he'd have been a sergeant by now...
as it is I doubt he'll make a detective..

When I was courting Catherine I took her to Scarborough for the day on my 500LC. It wasn't quite finished but the weather was perfect and I couldn't resist. No tax, test or insurance. Figured the bike looked okay and as long as I took it steady everything would be okay. That went out of the window as we nudged 135mph on an open downhill stretch of the A64. It remains the fastest I've ever been on a bike. It was getting dark on the way back but I was within 1/2 a mile of home on the M1 when I got pulled by traffic. Expected the worst.

"Did you know you've got no tail light?" he asks. I told him that I only had 1/2 a mile to go so he offered to give me an escort home and then he just waved a cheery 'Bye-bye'. Never even checked the tax. Lucky boy!

some heartening stories,and good to see "discretion" still exists