desert_max
Well-Known Member
Since this has become a great thread for collecting old stories, I have another one I’ll share.
Circa 1986 I was living on Lake Weir in a cottage in a little town called Ocklawaha Florida. I was heading into town to meet a friend, town being Ocala, which was about 10 or 12 miles down the road.
Running late, and riding my 85 ZL900 eliminator, I came up behind a late model light blue Ford with North Carolina plates and we both got stuck behind a slower car. I pulled out to pass and he did too at the same time. From about 40MPH or so, the back end of that Ford squatted down and he took off. Of course the eliminator was no slouch and I nailed it, he pulled over and I managed to get abreast of him, but had to work to get around him. I stayed in the throttle, hard in the throttle, looked in the mirror and he was right behind me. Deeper into the throttle, I looked in the mirror again and he was still right behind me, only this time red and blue lights in the grill were flashing.
I pulled over, stayed on the bike and he came walking up and put a badge in my face. Turns out he was a DEA agent. Says to me, “Son, if I was a traffic unit, you’d be getting multiple citations!”
I told him he was doing pretty good in that Ford and asked him what it was.
460 interceptor. Highly modified and apparently acquired as one of the spoils of a DEA case. He was pretty proud of it and I professed an admiration for it. Bottom line, he let me go with a shake of his finger and I hightailed it out of there. Good thing he didn’t check my pockets...
Circa 1986 I was living on Lake Weir in a cottage in a little town called Ocklawaha Florida. I was heading into town to meet a friend, town being Ocala, which was about 10 or 12 miles down the road.
Running late, and riding my 85 ZL900 eliminator, I came up behind a late model light blue Ford with North Carolina plates and we both got stuck behind a slower car. I pulled out to pass and he did too at the same time. From about 40MPH or so, the back end of that Ford squatted down and he took off. Of course the eliminator was no slouch and I nailed it, he pulled over and I managed to get abreast of him, but had to work to get around him. I stayed in the throttle, hard in the throttle, looked in the mirror and he was right behind me. Deeper into the throttle, I looked in the mirror again and he was still right behind me, only this time red and blue lights in the grill were flashing.
I pulled over, stayed on the bike and he came walking up and put a badge in my face. Turns out he was a DEA agent. Says to me, “Son, if I was a traffic unit, you’d be getting multiple citations!”
I told him he was doing pretty good in that Ford and asked him what it was.
460 interceptor. Highly modified and apparently acquired as one of the spoils of a DEA case. He was pretty proud of it and I professed an admiration for it. Bottom line, he let me go with a shake of his finger and I hightailed it out of there. Good thing he didn’t check my pockets...