Worst weekend of riding...ever!!!!

This is gonna be long, so grab a beer, pull up a comfy chair, get some pop corn, and listen in!!
Myself and my mate Greg have been riding together pretty much since we met (no gay jokes please limey, cheap, and whoever else's mind is in the gutter). We just know what the other one is doing and thinking and it goes well. It is fluid, and smooth, just easy and fun. He is on his bad ass yellow Ducati 999, all carbon body, and yes he can ride it, and me on my triple. Anyway, we have been dying for a good trip for months. Now the nicer weather is here in AZ, we said we were going to ride all weekend....and we did!!! It also happened that we had a mate coming down from CO with his Aprillia (he used to live here and ride with us), so we organised a group ride for sunday morning.
Saturday morning came, and with the excitement of a twelve year old at Christmas, I threw on my one piece, and headed over to my buddies house, a little faster than the speed limit.
We headed out to Superior for breakfast, and stopped at a local middle of nowhere biker cafe. Nothing but Goldwings and cruisers. Our bikes were described as "beautiful". I wasn't sure whether to be pissed off or take it as a compliment. After breakfast, we left Superior to winkleman, and hit some fast 130-140mph sweepers. Too much traffic slowed things down, so we turned around and did them again.
Eventually, we got to Globe gassed up, grabbed a red bull, and our goal was the Salt River Canyon road. Now, if you live in Phoenix, this road is infamous amongst the biker community. Whilst for the cruisers it provides beautiful scenery and incredible views, on the opposite end of the scale, the sports bike riders, it has some friggin awesome turns, that test even the experienced rider. The traffic once again slowed things down, but a little traffic negotiation, put a stop to that. We stopped at the bottom, but I Greg I wasn't happy stopping, as we had pissed off a number of people. So we got going again, back up the other side. The first time around, I was a little rough, getting knee down in the turns, just not smooth. When we got to the top, I shouted into my chatterbox "I'm going back down" and so we did just that. We went down again, but faster as we were warmed up. All the way down, people were flashing lights at us, flipping us off, obviously we had passed them the first time. So back up the other side, and turned around to do it all again...just faster. This time, my knee was going down smooth and constant around the corners. Furkin lovin it!!! As we near the top, there were a couple of ricers in their honda civics trying to take the corners as fast as they could, but using both lanes to do it. Well, Greg and I thought it would be funny to go around them on either side, with our knees down, and thats what we did. What I would have given for a camera.
Because of the number of birds and flashing lights we were getting, we thought it smart to leave. We hit Show Low for lunch and a breather, before going back to the valley.
While we were sat having lunch, the temp dropped 20 degrees, and the sky went black. We finish lunch in a hurry, to try and beat the storm......but apparently the gods of disaster were against us for the mayhem we caused not an hour before. We got on our bikes to leave, stopped to get gas, and then it started to fucking SNOW!!!????? In Arizona????SNOW????!!!SERIOUSLY!!!!!
So, in order to get the hell out of the snow and friggin bitter cold, we rode a little faster...like 90mph. In fact that is slower than usual because it was friggin snowing!!!!!We were afraid to turn in the turns.
Just when our toes had lost their color, and we couldn't fell our levers, a DPS (highway patrol) cruiser goes past us, and we were to cold to react, so we didn't slow down. Well, we watched our mirrors and talked in the chatterbox, and were sure he had gone straight past. 5 minutes later, I looked back, and this PDS cruiser was busting a nut to catch up to us. I told Greg he was back there and we slowed, his lights came on and we pulled over. Anyway, he turned out to be a nice guy. We were polite, and he cut us a break...kind of. I told him we were just trying to get out of the cold as quick as we could. He could see we weren't stupid kids, told us a story of some kid he stopped last week in sandals, t-shirt and shorts doing 90. He said " being honest, what are these bikes capable of?" I so wanted to say to him..."well, we didn't need to stop"....but I let it go. He wrote us up for 75 in a 65. I said to Greg as the cop drove away, I would rather get this ticket, than go to jail for what we were doing in the Canyon.
Anyway, we continued to ride home, in the snow, until we hit the valley, and went on to the Pavilions, a big bike meet every Saturday night. In all the first half of the day, was awesome, the latter half.... :violent1:
Anyway, onto Sunday Morning. Well, Ben was in town from CO, and we were putting a ride together for him. We decided to hit Prescott, through Yarnell Mountain, and the White Spar mountains. Notorious rides for bikers, and the cops know it. We made the mistake of leaving at noon, and I said, it was a bad idea leaving this late, because the cops will be out in force. The only down side to this ride is that it is about 100 Miles of straight cruiser crap, for about 30 or 40 miles of curves. So we get the straight shit out of the way. Gas up at the bottom of Yarnell, and I said, lets just do a test run. See if there are cops. Well we all agreed. Take into consideration the bikes we ride. A Ducati 999, a Ducati 998, An Aprillia RSV Mille heavily Modified, my S3, and a Stock S3. Not the slowest of bikes. We Tried really hard to be sensible, and I thought we were doing well. Until the the 3rd turn in....there he was, a DOS officer, waving us all in. FUCK!!!! Two tickets in two days!!!! It can't be!!!! Well, I started to panic, because I was smart enough to put the video camera on my tank. What do i do? It was evidence. Well, when he was talking to the guys at the front, I put my helmet over the camera and the mount, and closed the visor. :twofinger:
Well, it turns out, he only clocked the two bright fucking yeller bikes, and the others weren't accurate. So he let the last 3 go. He was a dick too. Really arrogant, not friendly. When I looked at this patrol car, there was a Harley rider in the back. It was all I could do not to laugh. He was letting 3 sports bike riders go, all dressed in leathers, and he arrested the harley rider....WTF????!!! My buddies on the Ducs though were still there. We waited at the top of the hill for them. We were sure they were going to get arrested, but two minutes later, they came over the hill giggling their tits off like little school girls. Apparently, the cop had got their readins mixed up and couldn't be sure. Told them it was their lucky day, and slow down......J-PIP, what is that all about mate? Either he wasn't ready for us coming up the hill and made it up to fuck with us, or he was in the middle of arresting the harley dude, what??? I don't get it. Not that I'm complaining.
Anyway, I said that now the white spar mountain run was a bad idea, and we should go home. Oh no!!!! we were there and we were going to do it. So on we went. Again, a slow run was suggested, and we were going slow.....for us, only second gear, and weren't hanging off the bikes. Video was running again, and 5 minutes into it, we were getting faster and faster, and then two cruisers came past, and them a bike cop came past....and then I shit myself.....NO!!!! Not two tickets in two days!!!!! This shit wasn't funny any more!!!! Well, as soon as I saw him, my hand came up, I knew i was done, and slowed right down, waited forhis lights to come on.......but they didn't????WTF???! He came around the outside of me,....in a fucking turn!!!!granted, I was one handed, and in 1st gear....but still.....
He was chasing my buddies in front (At this point, I would like to pint out, that the only reason I was fourth, is because I had the video, and was trying get footage of those in front). Well, I stopped puckering hard, and started laughing harder. I got away with it again. I think it was because he was turning around when he saw me and didn't clock my speed.
He eventually caught up to Greg on his 999, and the first thing he said was "you can ride"
After standing and talking for 45 minutes about bikes and accidents, he let them off with a warning. If he had given them a ticket, in all the surrounding areas, it was on average a $750 ticket. Apparently when they were done, the cop could see, an old gixxer coming up the hill, rapping it out. The minute he saw the cop, he was in second gear, one hand slowed right down. The cop smiled at Greg and said "I think I'll just go fuck with him"
We then rode 100 miles back to phoenix without ever reaching Prescott. Was it the worst weekend of riding, or the Luckiest? Greg and I are now buying radar detectors.
It's all part of game we play guys. It's a risk every time we get on our bikes....but thats why we do it, right?
Ride safe guys.
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