Well this is a story I seldom share anymore as Im older and have few friends that ride now and could give a rats ass about. Here goes..

The year is 1983 I was stationed at Bragg with an Airborne Rifle Company. I was dating a colonel's daughter who lived about 28 miles from the base, but was attending college at East Carolina University. Roughly its about 125+ miles or so. During those years driving laws meant very little to me. At night I could make the run in less than 2 hours. I think about 1 hour and 30 min at best. I would use Rt 13 instead of going up 95. 95 was out of the way and there were too many troopers on the prowl.

Well one Sunday afternoon my girl called the company and asked if I would like to go to a Pirates football game. It was pretty short notice and I actually said Im not sure if I can make it. She really didnt care if I made the game it was more of me coming to see her even if it was only for afew hours. So I get my gear on and head out from Ft Bragg.

About 2 weeks before this happened I was at Myrtle Beach and someone had stolen my side mirrors. I had failed to replace them and left on my trip without them. Big mistake...

The bike I was running was a 1982 Silver Suzuki GS1100E. For its day it was fast and it was the first street bike I bought. I had ridden plenty of dirt bikes, but nothing compared to the HP street machines that were coming down the pike.. So Im getting comfy in the seat and I finally get clear of Fayetteville and Im out in the boonies on Rt 13 and I start hauling butt. I would normally cruise on that bike around 120 to 125 on the straights and then back out of it when small towns came up or dangerous curves...

Normally I would take it easy during the day and fly at night, but since it was Sunday and were were heading to the field Monday morning for a week I said screw it Im going for it. I had made this trip so many times that I knew the entire route like the back of my hand. Very few folks would make the run back with me if I was balls out.

Well Im cruising along with a small alice pack on and Im doing around 125 to 130.. Im on a long straight and ahead of me I can see a line of cars maybe 3 or 4 not sure, but Im barring down on them fast and the left lane is clear. Back in those days Rt 13 was a 2 lane country road in good shape.. Now as I come up on them I slide over to the incoming lane and pass them. As I go by theyre pretty much a blur and I dont think twice about it. This is typical driving for me and Im confident and stupid.

So after passing them I focus on whats ahead and figure I got another 10 minutes of speed till I hit Grantham NC. Its a small town that forces me to slow down to 45 and then back to speed once the city limits is clear. Very few of these small towns had PD back in those days. You would pass thru them in 2 or 3 minutes and then be wide open again until the next one.

So Im sitting there on my bike tucked in nice running about 130+ on this beautiful stretch of road when all the sudden my peripheral vision starts to detect and object on my left. My heart stops and Im like WTF is this. Low and behold its a red car... Its a red Mustang LX 5.0...

As I look at the driver I realize hes in a State Trooper uniform and hes pointing his finger at me to pull over.... I couldnt believe what I was seeing... Now Im starting to compute the distance to Grantham NC and the chances of me out running him. Ive out run many State troopers from NC and SC... Dont advise that anymore tho...

So after a second or two I realize theres little chance of getting away. Its early afternoon hes got my plate number and hes driving a damn 5.0 probably built.. So I look back over at him at 130 and nod my head and pull over to the side of the road...

I come to a stop and get off the bike.. While I take off my small alice pack I look over at the unmarked LX and realize hes not getting out of the car.. I walk over to the passenger side and he rolls down the window and says... Hey what the fck is the emergency... I look at him and count the stripes and hash marks on his uniform and realize hes a senior trooper so Im honest and tell him Im trying to get to Greenville to see the Pirates play...

He starts laughing and says son the only thing your going to see today is a cell... Push your bike into that parking lot and lock it up and bring your gear back to my vehicle... He never gets out of his car... So I do and then I get into the passenger seat of his and we depart for Clinton NC where Ill be held until bonded...

Now Im kind of excited cause I havent had the chance to ride in a 5.0 yet.. Sad part is Im on my way to some hick town so I can be held until Im bonded...

While we are doing the paperwork he says I appreciate your honesty and your service to this country so Im going to help you out on the paperwork.. Im thinking cool maybe a 90mph instead of 130... Well we finish up everything and then he hands me the paper work and it says 122 in a 55...

Well Ill shorten this up... That stupid move cost me a night in a small holding cell and almost a 800, the loss of my license in the state of NC for a year...

Creeps

PS: The Pirates ended up loosing..

* Last updated by: Creepy847 on 5/24/2011 @ 1:10 AM *

Hind sight is 20/20,ay? lol

83 GS750ES that sits in my garage. It was the wife's bike when I met her. Needs to be restored ATM...someday.lol

I got a similar story, but, was headed to Myrtle Beach from Bragg headed down 95. I got nailed by a trooper in a camaro doing 144 in a 70. He wrote the ticket for 96 in a 70 though.

Edgecrusher,

I almost bought that same bike except in silver. I had a buddy of mine that could ride the piss out of one of those... He swore by that machine... Eventually I sold the 1100E and went with a Kawasaki 750 TurboZ. That turned out to be one hell of a bike and I truly believe it set new benchmarks for all bikes after.. As a 750 it produced more HP than most 1100's and handled pretty well...

I havent seen one of those bikes in years.. I wish I would have kept it.. Its worth money at least to me...

Creeps.

* Last updated by: Creepy847 on 5/24/2011 @ 8:19 AM *

Had a situation this past Friday rolling up from NC to MA. Me and 2 buddies are blastin thru slowed traffic on Interstate 78 in Penn when one of the cagers decided to call in the Troopers. We weren't really ridin stupid but was pushin speed between 100-130 in formation punching thru any openings to keep our flow. All of sudden in my mirrors I see a trooper weaving thru traffic to catchup to us while we are still doing 115; did consider to drop a gear and blast but because we were in a group with a long way to go still we decided it best to pull over.

First thing the trooper says I got a call from cars about you guys (we tried to deny it) but one of us had a mohawk strip on the helment. He took our licenses and as we waited another trooper showed up as backup but pulled away after 2 minutes and at this point we knew were good. Trooper gets out of his car after 15 mins (probably just wanting to show the passed traffic he did his job) and simple said be careful, you still have a long way to go and to expect a downpour within the next hour. Coolest state trooper I've ever encountered!

* Last updated by: Shogun1 on 5/24/2011 @ 8:58 AM *

Thats great that he let you go. I know afew troopers like that here. Also for the amount of speeding I was doing back in those days I failed to mention that on many occasions the NC Troopers along with Fayetteville finest gave me plenty of brakes... I also probably owe my life and the life of my wife and daughter to them arriving on time.

South of Fayetteville I was in a position with 3 assholes who were planning on robbing me. I was going to shoot one of them (so called leader I felt) and as it was all going down I saw a NC Trooper and DOT Officer arrive. When they saw my wife and baby they tore into them like fire. They probably saved my life and even if I did survive I would have been hit most likely because of the close range... Mexican standoff... After they took the 3 men another unit stayed right beside my vehicle while we slept. Ill never be able to repay that...

Be careful where you park and never take anything for granted... The Grim Reaper is never that far away...

One thing that really worries me now... Folks with cell phones not just because they'll run you over, but also the fact that they can pretty much call a trooper on you on the spot and say anything they want. Either way it could force you to pull over and add time to any trip from long haul to a run across town to pick something up.

I dont have a cell phone anymore. Theres 5 of them on my microwave and thats where theyre going to stay. When I leave the house thats what it means. The day I picked up the bike I didnt travel 300 yards and a young girl about 20 pulled right out in front of me while talking on a cell phone and had the nuts to give me a shitty look like I did something to her..

They should outlaw the fcking things. If your car is running it should disable your cell phone or vice versa. I know alot of folks need them, but its getting so bad now that not only are young kids using them while operating a vehicle Ive been seeing seniors using them...

If I get hit by someone whos using a cell phone I dont care what story they have if I survive Im going to own every thing they own... I might be in a wheel chair but its going to be tweeked out..

Creeps.

* Last updated by: Creepy847 on 5/24/2011 @ 4:26 PM *

That should be better now Shogun...

* Last updated by: Creepy847 on 5/24/2011 @ 10:39 PM *

We're good... Let me know if they start the RedRoom Bike Nights in Providence again, been to a few last year....

and had the nuts to give me a shitty look like I did something to her..

Nothing make me want to kill more than that look!