The Police car one, reminded me of my first ticket on a bike. In 1978, my 2 buddies and I left out from Bessemer Al and rode up to Harpers Ferry, camped once on the way in Chattanooga, then Highway 81 the majority of the way. The next morning, after repairing a flat tire, we went the entire Skyline/BRP to Pigeon Forge for the night. A dramatic example of Youth's endurance, a lack of understanding of death due to fast riding on curvy roads and God's protection of fools AND children. The last day on homeward leg, just before leaving NC, we were having a spirited triple digit blast, when we passed an NC trooper headed the other way. If we had ran, he would have never caught us as it was a 4 lane and he had to go a bit to turn around. We stopped and waited for him lol, and when he asked us why we stopped as we were crossing into Tennessee, we explained that our Dads were police and we understood the program. We took pics as he was writing our grossly reduced speeding tix, and it was a funny thing. Except for the $105 fine that was hard money to find back then..