{"id":568,"date":"2009-10-07T04:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-10-07T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=568"},"modified":"2019-04-10T07:30:17","modified_gmt":"2019-04-10T11:30:17","slug":"bike-cop-surprise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=568","title":{"rendered":"Bike Cop Surprise"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SsvLoVVfRaI\/AAAAAAAABtU\/W4qhTlJArUs\/s1600-h\/Grace1.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 169px;\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SsvLoVVfRaI\/AAAAAAAABtU\/W4qhTlJArUs\/s320\/Grace1.jpg?w=584\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389625272861410722\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">After work yesterday, I got on my Harley at the Metro station and began my ride home, as usual.  I stopped at the light near the station, signaling a left turn.  When it turned green, I carefully executed the turn.  Knowing that the next light would be red due to the timing of the traffic signals, I proceeded slowly and stopped at that light.  When it turned green, I slowly accelerated and maintained a steady pace until I reached my cross-street, where signaled and turned left.  I stopped again at the next light.  Then when it changed to green, I slowly accelerated until I reached my street, signaled, and turned right.<\/p>\n<p>It was then that I noticed a bike cop riding behind me.  I thought to myself, &#8220;what did I do?&#8221; which is a natural reaction, even though I know that I was riding well within the speed limit and didn&#8217;t run a red light.<\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SsvUGpW172I\/AAAAAAAABtc\/_IJsoyoqHKQ\/s1600-h\/Grace3.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 183px;\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SsvUGpW172I\/AAAAAAAABtc\/_IJsoyoqHKQ\/s320\/Grace3.jpg?w=584\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389634589724897122\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>I stopped, and the cop pulled up next to me.  He smiled and said, &#8220;I followed you from the Metro as I was headed out this way anyway.  I thought I would tell you that I thought you were the most graceful motorcycle rider I have seen in a long time.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>WOW!<\/p>\n<p>Who, me?  &#8220;graceful?&#8221;  The guy who would trip over his own shadow if it were possible?  Who trips himself walking on a flat sidewalk with no obstacles?  Who calls himself a quarantasinestrapede when it comes to dancing?  Who, as a kid, was always picked on for being such a klutz and uncoordinated?<\/p>\n<p>The cop said that he sees a lot of bikers, and few ride the way I did.  He then ticked off each maneuver I made:  gentle stops, smooth acceleration, steady pace, sweeping turns well within the intended lane of travel, and using my turn signals where appropriate.<\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SsvUg01FCjI\/AAAAAAAABtk\/vg25rb0Y1wo\/s1600-h\/Grace2.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 140px;\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SsvUg01FCjI\/AAAAAAAABtk\/vg25rb0Y1wo\/s320\/Grace2.jpg?w=584\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389635039481104946\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>The cop and I had a nice discussion about motorcycle riding.  I explained that I had been riding for more than 30 years,  have participated in many training courses over the years, and continue to practice my skills from time to time.  I like to ride with safe riders in my club, and continue to learn a lot from them as we ride together safely.<\/p>\n<p>This &#8220;bike cop surprise&#8221; was delightful, and made me feel better after a rather difficult day at work.  When my partner arrived at home, I told him what happened.  He smiled, hugged me, confirmed his belief that I am a good rider, then asked (because he knows me so well), &#8220;what kind of boots was the cop wearing?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Life is short:  ride gracefully!<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size:78%;\"><i>N.B.:  the photos accompanying this post were captured from a video that I put on my <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/user\/BootedHarleydude\">YouTube Channel<\/a> a while back.  I was dressed more warmly yesterday (tall boots, chaps, motorcycle jacket, gloves) than I was dressed in that video, which was produced in the heat of summer.<\/i><\/span><br \/><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After work yesterday, I got on my Harley at the Metro station and began my ride home, as usual. I stopped at the light near the station, signaling a left turn. 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