Today's lucky winner is ME!!

[ShagginJet]

Guess what I won today.... (answer at bottom):

So after work I go to the post office real quick, mail something and then head home. On the way home I hit a red light right before a long straight away. Wait for the light, and for no reason what so ever decide I'm gonna floor my bike and get some speed when it turns green. So i'm waiting, waiting, waiting..... Light turns, take 1st upto 9k, hit 2nd thru 5th and take them upto about 11k, hit 6th, let off, look down at the speedo. 125mph.... Look up, nother light turning red, start to slow down, come to a stop. Hear this ringing in my ears, it goes away but now I hear a siren. Start scoping around, looking ahead, nothing. Look in the mirrors and what do i see....



So i look down the road straight ahead, open road, to the left, open road, to the right, open road. For a split second my head tells me i can gun it and there is no way that pig would have a chance. Pull forward, start to go, and decide to pull over on the road to the left of me.

Stop the bike and wait for the cop to come around the corner. Watching in mirrors. Cop comes around the corner expecting a bike chase, and here I am waiting for him. Taking my punishment like a man.

Cop pulls up, i take of the helmet, turn off the bike. He stumbles up and pauses, I'm like ohh shit, wtf, he's out of words. He ask me, "so where is the fire?" I try hard to keep from laughing. I say, "I'm sorry officer just trying to get back to work, they only give me 30 mins". He says, "is this your bike?" Once again I hold back and say "yes". He says, "license". I hand it to him. I tell him, "I don't have my registration & insurance on me and I know it's a big problem". He ask, Where is it?" I said, "in my riding pants, didn't expect to be on my bike today." (Truth : I was in shorts and my jacket, i don't have riding pants yet. On top of that the insurance has lapped.) He looks over at his partner, scary looking f*cker. He ask, "do you know how fast you were going?" I think, f*ck... at what point, I mean I was doing 30 at one point. I say "60-65". He says, "68mph". I'm like wow, thank god he didn't say 120.... I say, "wow, I'm sorry I had no idea I was going that fast". He ask, "you know what the speed likit is around here?" Knowing the speed limit (40mph), I say "50-55". He's says, "no it's 45." (lol, he doesn't know the speed limit) I say, "omg, I'm so sorry. I had no clue." He says, "yes, you need to SLOW DOWN." I say, "I know now, I'm very sorry." He says, "well I'm getting off now, so consider yourself lucky, DRIVE SLOWER" and hands me my license. I'm shocked and shaking a bit. Put the license away, put on my helmet and head home A LOT slower.

So what did I win? If he had caught me at 125mph, arrested on the spot. If I had run and got caught, prison time for sure. Ran and got hit going through traffic, dead. Found out I had no insurance and saw my prior record when I was in jail, license suspended for 3-5 years, maybe 30-120 days in jail. Bike impounded for sure. So if you look at all that could have happened, I'm one lucky mother f*cker and got to keep my life as is for now. What did I learn, to SLOW THE F*CK DOWN!!