What It Sees, What You Get
A number of years ago, six of us were returning to Los Angeles, California, from Daytona Beach, Florida, riding west across Texas on Interstate 10. In those days of 55-mph speed limits, we were going a bit over 60 mph. Our six bikes were gradually overtaking a lone rider on a Yamaha XS650 twin, and a semi-truck was coming up on us from behind, getting within approximately a quarter of a mile or less. As we approached a small rise, an eastbound police car appeared. It was alone in the left lane of the eastbound side, a classic trolling pattern for cops using moving radar. Our group and the truck slowed down to approximately 55. The Yamaha rider, who was perhaps 100 yards ahead at that point, did not need to slow down, since he was already at or near the speed limit. The police car hung a U-turn. When he passed the truck, my heart dropped, but he went by us too. Instead, he pulled over the XS650. I wondered if he'd flag us over as we approached, but the truck and our six bikes passed without attracting his interest.