So, I attack and get up to 27 or 28 and notice that no one’s coming with me, but I keep going until I hear the police siren, so I pull over to the right side of the lane, but don’t slow down right away until I realize “Oh, sh*% he’s pulling ME over"
Man was he pissed! He thought I was trying to get away from him and demanded to see my license. As I fumbled through my pockets looking for it, then realized that I didn’t have it, the rest of our group rolls up and stops. I became all humble and apologetic, telling him that I didn’t realize he was behind us since I was in the front and couldn’t hear him and that I thought it was OK to ride in the middle of the road since I was going the speed limit. The cop was starting to calm down and was just telling us to stay to the right and that he wouldn’t site us all for blowing through the stop signs..
Then this ZteaM guy whose name reminds me of an intersection
starts arguing with the cop about how we’re like a bus and since we’re EXCEEDING the speed limit we’re not holding up traffic (I’m thinking, DUDE, don’t argue with the guy, it’s not helping!)
Luckily he let us go with a warning and we were back to our usual mayhem within 5 minutes.