Sometime in February I was heading up through Usery Pass (in greater Phoenix) to meet a friend for a ride around the Four Peaks area. I tended riding towards "fast", the speed limit was 40 mph, and I could see a large SUV a ways behind, but couldn't see any lights. I was probably doing 65, but a car ahead was 'blocking' me, so as soon as the center line went broken so I could pass, I signaled, rolled on some throttle and passed at 75 (in AZ more than 20 over can be a felony arrest...
), pulled back in and stayed at 75. Watched the SUV pass him, and the lights came on. Aw sh*t!
I signaled and pulled off onto the shoulder, stopped the motor. Deputy came up and asked for my papers, and I asked if I could remove my helmet and get off the bike, to which he said "Yes." I figure he noticed my grey hair (what LITTLE there is...!), and the fact that I was ATGATT, and OLD (!!!), as I gave him my license, registration and insurance card!
"You were going pretty fast," he said, "I clocked you at 75." All I could do was admit it, mentioning that I was hurrying to meet a fellow about 10 miles up the road, and figured I was running late, and "Sorry to put you (the deputy) through this." There was another officer with him in the truck while he "ran" my papers, and I probably looked a bit worried....
He came out, said "Sir, I want to thank you for pulling over right away. Here are your papers - keep the speed DOWN, OK?", and got back into his SUV and drove away.
I stood there for a few minutes, thanking God, re-dressed, then continued on to meet my buddy, now at the speed limit.
Since that time I've made a major change in that I try to be much closer to riding at the speed limit now.