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Reminds me of a true story that happened with me.
The year was 1987. I was in South Dakota for Sturgis Bike Week. A few friends of mine had left a couple days before me, but due to breakdowns, too much alcohol and/or gambling had caused them to all get spread out over the west half of the country and I eventually caught up with everyone. In fact, I was able to inform the guys up front what was happening with the guys still limping in.
Anyway, most of us were camping in Spearfish, with one friend (Bear) that had brought a truck full of bikes for a movie staying at a hotel.
I had gone over to the hotel to meet up with Bear and to ride back to the campground with him so he could find it later.
We took off down the main drag (Hwy 90), racing right in front of a hospital, that happened to have a cop in the parking lot.
Naturally, he pulled us over. When we stopped, he asked us why we were going so fast. I pointed to the sign that said 90 on it.
He let us go with a warning that he had better not see us any more that week.
Wouldn't you know it that less that 4 hours later, we were back at the hotel, and Bear was unloading the movie bikes. One was a dirt bike that was set up to hold a camera. He started doing wheelies down the street, when sure enough, the same cop pulled him over.
Believe it or not, he got off with a warning because he wasn't speeding . . . just doing wheelies.
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