I had to go to the local Honda dealership one day so I hopped on a little CBR600RR and off I went. Just before I pulled into the dealership I saw a wall of police cars in front of me. I pulled over to the side to allow them room to get to what must be a major emergency. I was surprised to learn they were there for me. Some civilian with a badge had seen me & called it in. He couldn't clock me because I wasn't focused on absurd things like "speed limits." I never saw him because even if I felt I needed to look behind me he wouldn't have been there. Too slow. I was focused on driving and I drive according to my abilities. He ended up being one of those puffed chest authority junkies who wasn't happy with my abilities. They had guns drawn hiding behind their car doors, like that's going to do anything. Sorry boys, not the first time I've had guns pointed at me. I played nice, complied with their order to take my helmet off & slowly place my backpack on the ground. I ended up having to use one of my "get out of jail free cards." At that moment I missed trail riding. No speed limits. Just the mud, the blood & potential death on the other side of every hill. Once you get over 145 mph one does tend to appreciate 4 wheel power steering though.