I found this little dirttwo-track today that came off a main road, so I took it. It led to a nearly mile long motocross track.I rode around a few lapsthenheaded back out to the road to leave. While I was waiting for traffic to clear, I saw a motorcycle comingdown the main road frommy right. I was going to wave, but it looked like he was pointing at something. Well, coming in from my left was a motorcycle cop. He stopped in front of me and told me to cut the engine. He removed his helmet, and as I was about to ****t my pants, he asked, "Know anybody who wants to buy a 650?" Haha yeah, Michigan cops are great. So I talked to thiscop for about fifteen minutes on the side of the roadabout his bike, tires, andriding.And in the middle of it all, he said, "You know, you shouldn'tbe back there." Yeah, really. This is what I love about this place. So, I was telling him about my new tires, and he said, "Those are DOT legal? Really? Nice. I didn't think they were." It's almost as if he wasn't going to say anything, but since I brought it up.

Anyway, thought you might enjoy that story. So, if anyone knows of anyone who wants an Army greenKLR 650, let me know.

 

Wish we had cops like that here.

 

Yeah, they're pretty funny. Of course they aren't all like that which is why you run whenever there's dirt nearby!