I rode in from Houston to San Antonio on my 02 ultra last night to visit with my girlfriend (Goes to Trinity University here) and today we decided to hop on the bike and go ride through the hill country. After she finally woke up at 11:00 and had her breakfast we took off. We were doing alright until we were running through a little town and i didn't realize the speed limit went down to 45, I was clocked by a state trooper running 58. He stopped us and looked over the bike, asked his questions, ran my license, and ended up giving me a written warning and told me to pay attention to the speed limit next time. That was lucky moment number one. The second happened on our way back to her school. We were running around 70 on the 1604 loop when everybody in front of me randomly slammed on their brakes (im talking tires smoking cars going both directions slammed on their brakes) and of course i look in my mirror and the jackass behind me is on the phone and riding my ass. Luckily he finally looked up and slammed on his brakes with about six inches between his front bumper and my tail light. I couldn't shoot off to either side becasue of traffic but luckily i had just enough cushion in front of me that i was able to get off of the brakes enough to keep from getting hit.
Ok i know that was long and pointless but wanted to post it anyway. moral of the story, San Antonio residents are pretty much really crappy drivers.
Ok i know that was long and pointless but wanted to post it anyway. moral of the story, San Antonio residents are pretty much really crappy drivers.