Excessive speed for the freeway

Since I start­ed my new job in Palo Alto, I’ve been rid­ing back, rather than by 280 or the hat­ed 101, by Page Mill Road up to Sky­line. It’s a great, fun ride. Page Mill is chal­leng­ing­ly twisty and not a very smooth road so I have to be a lit­tle cau­tious. Sky­line is smooth and even and about as nice as a two-lane road can be for a fast, relaxed pace. Well, right about the time I got to Sky­line, I found that my shifter no longer worked. I pulled over and sure enough, anoth­er link­age nut had vibrat­ed off. I’m pret­ty sure that the last time I replaced this one I used a lock­nut, so next time I’ll try grad­u­at­ing to nylocks.

I have a lot of range with my motor, so I just left the darn thing in third until I could stop at at store. Start­ing in third from a stop takes a bit of finesse with the clutch, but it’s doable. The rev lim­iter kicks in at about 110mph in third, so it’s a work­able gear sans shifter. A zip­tie pro­vid­ed a tem­po­rary fix, so off I went. It was already dark at that point, so I just took 280 the rest of the way.

Well, 280 is wide and smooth, espe­cial­ly right there north of Edge­wood Road where I think it’s five lanes in either direc­tion and beau­ti­ful views. I was just think­ing to myself how strange it was to be going 105mph and not even be over­tak­ing oth­er traf­fic when I noticed the red and blue flash­ing lights in my mirrors.

Ehhh, yeah. So I got pulled over while I was exceed­ing the speed lim­it by a good 40mph. I fig­ured, «Hey, 35 years old, 18 years on the road — I guess it’s about time for my first mov­ing violation.»

Inter­est­ing­ly enough, the offi­cer who pulled me over seemed to most­ly want to talk about my bike. He liked the Moto Guzzi. He has a Harley, but from the sound of it his wife pres­sured him to get the Harley and he liked his old Shad­ow bet­ter. We had a real nice chat and he remind­ed me that there’s a spe­cial sec­tion of the traf­fic code for vio­la­tors over 100mph, includ­ing auto­mat­ic 30-day sus­pen­sion of license and a $1300 fine.

«I only hand those out to peo­ple who give me a hard time,» he said, «not nice guys like you.» He remind­ed me how unsafe it was to be rid­ing fast near dusk due to the risk of deer strike, hand­ed me my license, and sent me on my way with­out a ticket.

I’m avoid­ing using any phras­es like «dodged a bul­let» because, well, it was noth­ing that I did. I did­n’t «talk my way out» of a tick­et. I just treat­ed the guy with hon­esty and respect. I did­n’t deny that I was going fast (although I avoid­ed men­tion­ing any spe­cif­ic num­ber when he asked me) and I did­n’t try to weasel out in any way. But yeah, I’m pret­ty lucky.

7 Replies to “Excessive speed for the freeway”

  1. Con­grat­u­la­tions.
    I had my

    Con­grat­u­la­tions.

    I had my very first expe­ri­ence of being let off with a warn­ing just a few years ago. In the past I would hear my friends talk about being let off with warn­ings but it nev­er hap­pened to me. I notice that the first time being let off with a warn­ing occurred when I first got a recent non-junker car. Are cops classist?

    The oth­er fac­tor is, of course, that most of my friends who said it was easy to get off with a warn­ing were young women.

  2. Yeah, com­ing home on
    Yeah, com­ing home on Sky­line. I’ve been a lit­tle too crunched for time in the morn­ings to ride in on Sky­line, but I’d like to do that.

    I fig­ure I’ll learn more rid­ing the twisties than rid­ing slab, so there.

  3. Yeah, it may be that he
    Yeah, it may be that he liked my bike enough to want to talk to me about it, which sort of works on the same prin­ci­ple as the young woman thing, but less directly.

  4. Well, all the traf­fic I
    Well, all the traf­fic I could see was a ways ahead of me, so it’s pos­si­ble I was going 10 – 15mph faster than them, but yeah, aver­age speed right then seemed pret­ty damn high.

  5. Dude.
    It’s a lit­tle hard to

    Dude.

    It’s a lit­tle hard to enjoy the new job from the crit­i­cal care unit. Ease up on the speed will ya? I mean I would­n’t be doing 105 in my car, much less a motorcycle.

    - Dave

    (Your East Coast friend who wants to see you again, but not under morose circumstances)

    P.S. — WTG on dodg­ing the tick­et, bro.

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