Right ON!
I meant to add stealth into that post...but as you can see I ran out of room. I think I had to delete about 1/7th of the post. Probably just as well, boring people to death and all.
You are so right about the stealth thing. I moved into the CAMRY about 1989. Then went on a 13 year binge of NO TICKETS. Still drove about like usuall. But the first CAMRY was charcoal grey. Two maroon ones. Two emerald green ones. It's almost like being the invisible man. Which I like.
When I was in the Navy, fast freight...I had one weekend where I got a ticket on friday, one on saturday and one on sunday. I was racing about on my motorcycle and was young, dumb and full of pee and vinegar. I did pretty good after the driver improvement clinic and all the court dates and a six month tour of duty in the south pacific.
One car I'm surprised I didn't get nailed in, was a used Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel Authority car I owned while I was in the navy. It was a 76 Torino police package. I bought it in 78 and owned it for about 3 years. You could drive this thing through a school house. It had real aura. I used to beat the living hell out of that thing. 351 Cleveland, dual exhaust, suspension like a dump truck. Before that it was a 67 GTO.
Currently I got a bike that I have had since 1989. It's a 82 Honda CBX six cylinder, six carburator, 24 Valve, dual overhead cam, 1100 CC Super Sport. Beamer style factory fairing with matching factory saddle bags. Funny you should mention silver. It is. I usually drive this thing pretty tame in town, but I love to get out on the interstate and bash the tach back and forth, through the gears. I usually slow down for onramp overpasses and the emergency vehicle only u-turn do hickies in the interstate median. Just short bursts of motorcyle induced "free fall".
One day on the CBX, I was out doing my short burst of speed thing. I go to pass a mini van on the interstate, look up the road, look back over my shoulder, then flame on! Down shift two gears, reach way over and grab a freash and full rotation of throttle, swing over into the left lane and shift up, right before red line. Reach over and grab another freash rotation of throttle and slide into the right lane. It's amazing when you look in the rear view and the mini van you just passed, is like on the horizon behind you and your watch looks like it rolled back about three minutes. I would have told you that it kinda looked like the sun had actually receeded east a bit and that small trees and tumbleweeds were being sucked into the carb breather...but you
get the point.
Well anywho, to make a long story even dumber...I do the look, pass and go thing a couple of times. Looking real hard every time I make on of my moves, then slowing down to the speed limit while taking a break, when I look in my rear view mirror and spy what appears to be a MINI VAN, not only keeping pace with me but looking like it's trying to catch up. HMMMMMM? I decide to belay the next blast on the bike for a while, to see what dude in a mini van could/would be trying to keep up to a super bike. As time passed, the vehicle that is shaped like a mini van in my vibrating and small rear view mirrors actually turns out to be a Wisconsin State Trooper Crown Vicky, with rack lights. I play it cool for a while and Trooper sits back there for about 10 miles before making his turnaround on the cop U-TURN in the median. I grin.
I knock on wood...but I have never had a ticket in 16,000 miles of driving my old CBX. Never got one on the Gold Wing I had before that either. But the bikes I had before those, were blessed with tickets and traffic stops. Verbal and written warnings. Whew...sometimes you wonder how you actually live to be an old man sometimes.
