This wasn't on my KLR, but it's a good story.
My soon-to-be-wife and I had been dating a short time and we were both living in the East Bay area in California. She had been wanting to ride since she was a kid and dating a "bad boy" rider was the perfect excuse to get a bike. We found a nice clean Ninja EX250 for a good price and went to pick it up. I was going to ride it home since she had not finished her MSF yet.
Anyway, riding across the Richmond/San Mateo bridge the speedo dropped to zero. Apparently the cable backed out of the speedo housing. Now this little 250 is hauling around my 250 lb frame and it clearly has not run in some time and is in need of a tuning. Just before I get to my exit a large flatbed delivery truck changes lanes and I have to swerve to avoid being turned into fender-meat. Just as I exit to go to my apartment, I hear "woop! woop!" behind me. I check the mirrors and sure enough, Officer Friendly of the CHP is pulling me over. I immediately stop on the ramp, turn off the bike, put the side stand down and take off my gloves (running from the cops is not uncommon in California, and I wanted him to know I was staying put). He sat in his car for a few minutes and it looked like he was writing something in his book.
When he got out it went something like this:
"I pulled you over today for your speed and swerving through traffic. Also, your tags are expired. License, registration and proof of insurance."
*hand him my license* "I don't have an insurance card for this bike yet because we got it about 10 minutes ago, but my insurance covers any vehicle I operate and I have automatic 30 days of coverage for a new purchase."
"Do you have an insurance number or something showing that?"
"Sure, here you go." - I hand him my plastic insurance card with all their phone numbers and my member number printed on it. "I can call or pull up their website on my phone if you need to see my policy limits and coverage, but I assure you that I am over-insured."
*He stares at me for a second, then crosses something off his ticket pad*
"Do you have a bill of sale?"
*hand him bill of sale and the old title*
"Your tags are out of date, I have to cite you for that."
"Before I picked it up I called the DMV and they said I had 15 days to get tags."
"You still have to have current tags to operate it on the road, or you have to trailer it."
"I can't trailer a bike with a Civic, sir. If you would like, I have my notes regarding my call to the DMV at home, including the name of the person I spoke to. I did check if getting it home would be ok and I was told it was acceptable by a California DMV representative. If this information was not accurate, I apologize. It sounds like the DMV might be confused as to what the law is. I'm sure if I bring in my notes regarding the call the judge will see that I tried to obey the law as it was explained to me by a state employee."
*he stares at me again, then crosses something off his ticket pad.*
"Back there you were weaving through traffic, that's reckless driving and changing lanes without a signal."
"Was this around the time that big truck changed lanes?"
"Yes, you passed the truck."
"I'm sure you noticed that the truck changed lanes without looking and I had to swerve to avoid him. I believe the law says I have to do everything possible to avoid a crash, I'm sorry I didn't have time to properly signal an emergency avoidance maneuver. I felt that my life was in danger and I was acting to protect myself from harm and avoiding a crash."
*He stares at me again, I stare back and put on my best "innocent motorist" face. Something gets crossed off the ticket book.*
"I paced you doing 85mph in a 65mph zone."
At this point my jaw just dropped. I was on an EX250 and I probably weighed about as much as the bike. The thing had been sitting for years and one carb jet was clogged, it was in need of a major tune up and carb rebuild.
"Um... are you sure? I don't think this little thing can get up that fast with a gorilla like me on it."
"Yes, I've clocked guys your size on these doing over 120 mph. I got on at the last exit and immediately paced you."
Clearly this guy saw "Ninja" on the fairing and thought an EX250 was the same as a ZX-10, or he was just itching to make anything stick at this point. I'm sure I was over the limit, but there was no way I was doing 85.
"Officer, this is a 30 horsepower 250cc motorcycle, there are scooters with motors three times this size. Are you sure you aren't thinking of your speed to catch up with me in that short a space? I'm just wondering, because if this little thing can really do 85 that easily, then I just bought the fastest 250 I've ever seen."
*he contemplates this for a moment, probably wondering how it would play in court*
"I'm only going to write you up for 80 mph, that's just an infraction. 85 would be a misdemeanor."
At this point I decide not to push my luck, and my head was getting tired from all the Jedi Mind Tricks.
"Thanks for cutting me a break, as a student it means a ton to me."
"Yeah, I am cutting you a huge break. I could impound this thing."
I'm just glad he didn't ask about the droids I had on the back.
Last edited by XRoadRider; 02-22-2012 at 10:06 AM.