I've just brought my tigger home to Saskatoon after a 15000 km odyssey through 4 provinces and something like 14 American states. My last day, I just got on the highway and went pretty fast - just wanted to get home...
So mid-afternoon on the busy trans-Canada highway (speed limit is 100), I was passing everything in sight, and of course a Mountie sees me and stops me. Mountie as in RCMP. The folks who always get their man...
So the constable gets out of his car, walks up, and asks me if my tiger is comfortable at 145 km/h? is there a lot of vibration at that speed?
Then he saw my worn-out heidenau's and the mud and twigs and leaves and detritus sticking to various bits of the bike and asked me where I'd been and how it was offroad, and what my fuel consumption had been (about 5.5 L/100km at vaguely sensible speeds). Turns out he has a buell Ulysses and had been thinking about ditching it for a tigger...
So we chatted for a while and he wished me good luck and suggested that I slow down to only 40 over the limit to avoid a criminal code offence from the next Mountie who might not ride, or worse, be a Harley guy...
Now why can't all cops be adv types???
:thumbsup My kind of cop
Pity they aren't like that over here!
Beautiful! :thumbsup
There's good and bad and that's a nice tale :-)
Definitely a Tiger kind of guy, I hope they give him a discount :thumbsup