Jealous cop?
Ten years ago I saw my first Ducati Monster. I had no idea what size or year, all I knew is I wanted one. Being 10 years old, it was all I thought about, talked about in school, and dreamed about. I found out later talking to my dad who is a huge motorcycle fanatic that it was a monster, and I have been in love ever since.
I started working early in 7th grade at a huge $4.50 an hour saving for my dream bike, which I did not know was approximately $10,000 new. Anyways, so while working I always had a thing for mechanics and I would buy and fix old motorcycles cars and ATVs to have some extra income.
Fast forward, after high school, 12 motorcycles, 3 ATVs, 5 cars, 2 trucks and a van later I had made enough to buy a Monster when I was 18. I drove from Minnesota to Illinois to pick it up from a perfect first owner named Adam. It’s a Ducati Red 2002 750 Monster Ie. My first true love. In the 2 years I have owned it, I have already become a pretty hand mechanic with the Desmo system and have the “mod bug,” yet no cash. Being a college kid, I have been living paycheck to paycheck, but holding my Monster keys firmly never planning on letting go.
As far as stories go, one fine day riding over to the girlfriend’s house, I decided I wanted to weave the dotted white lines. Everybody has done it, it’s a blast. Only this time, there was a motorcycle cop behind me. So, instead of just playing it safe and driving straight, I just flipped my blinker on every time I weaved back and forth. As far as I know it was completely legal. Well, I end up getting pulled over about 200 feet later, and he gets off his bike and walks up to me. “Do you know why I pulled you over?” and I say “well I was going a little fast…” considering I was going maybe 3 mph over the limit. He says to me “no, I pulled you over for exhibitious driving. This is the busiest street in the area, and I know how dangerous it is being a biker, so you need to be more careful.” I just sat there and grinned, then he asked me if it was my bike, and I said yes. We went on to talk there on the side of the “busiest road” for the next half hour about his past experiences on bikes, and the good times he used to have on his old Kawasaki.
Today, I still think exhibitious driving was a bunch of BS considering I don’t think that’s even a word. He just wanted to see my bike.
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