Let me start by saying, I have a bajiilion miles on the road, including quite a few years in a big truck, and have a spotless driving record.
Yesterday I was coming back from Phx on the C50, and was on the Carefree Hwy (74).
It's a 30 mile stretch of two lane, with very few passing lanes. Speed limit is mostly 65 with a few 45 zones, and a few hills requiring some pull.
I came across a guy dragging a 5th wheel, and had no desire to be stuck behind his butt.
We had just left a light, and were not quite up to speed yet.
I saw a clear shot, with some oncoming traffic, but it was more than doable.
I pulled into the opposing lane to pass, and throttled up.
As I started to pass, the guy with the 5th wheel put his foot into it, and I swear, the oncoming lead car did too.
The gap closed quickly, and I gave the poor underpowered C50 all I could.
I uttered a profanity or two, and kinda wished I hadn't made my move when I did, but hell, at this point I was committed.
I made it past the pickup with the 5th wheel, and quickly tucked back into my lane with only about 5 car lengths to spare from the opposing traffic.
I uttered again, but grateful that I had pulled it off......Almost.
It turned out that the lead car in the oncoming lane was an unmarked Hwy patrol.
He quickly did a flip, and was behind me with his lights and siren going within a minuscule amount of time.
I pulled to the shoulder, shut it down, and remained still, with my visor up.
The officer came to my side, and asked for my license, registration, and of course proof of insurance.
I removed my gloves and helmet, reached into my pocket and removed my phone in order to show the officer my handy dandy new Geico app with the proof of insurance.
I then reached into my other pocket and produced my drivers license.
I explained to him that my registration was in the zip pocket behind my drivers backrest, and that I'd be reaching for it. I did, and handed it to him.
He looked at everything, then asked if I had any guns. I told him I did. I was carrying my Kahr 9mm in my inside jacket pocket. He asked me to produce it using only two fingers. I chose my thumb and pointer as the best for this.
I'm never a smartass with cops, and try to be as jovial as possible and maybe crack a joke when I can, and really wanted to ask which two? But I reserved myself.
He then asked me, Do you think that was a safe pass?
I wanted to say, well it was, until the both of you decided to put your foot in it and scare the crap out out of me, but I didn't.
I also wanted to say, you know, this bike rather sucks sometimes, but I didn't do that either.
Instead, I shook my head, gave him an embarrassed sheepish look and said, No, It definitely wasn't one of my better ones.
I went on further to say, I really can't believe I did that, especially in front of a cop.
We both had a slight chuckle, and he went back to his car.
It took him a rather long time to process, and I began to worry if he knew something about me that I didn't.
All I could really think about was how much my insurance was going to go up, and how it would now suck having trashed my perfect driving record.
He finally exited his car, and came back up to me. He explained he was placing my firearm on the saddlebag, and did.
He then handed me my license and registration, and produced a sheet of paper. He handed me the paper.
To my surprise, he did not hand me a pen.
It was only a warning.
I thanked him, and told him to stay safe out there, and he said, you too.
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