I had one of the first GSXR-750 bikes in the state, it was '85 grey market bike from BC. It was the 2-wheeled starship Enterprise of that era. I used it mainly as a club racer, piped, carbed, bump start racebike.
But it was still fun as hell to street once in a while, with the plate and docs from my USA stock 750.
One trip over to the coast, an overnighter to a beach cabin, I was whipping it up hill through the twisties in a tight LH hairpin, leading the pack. Right at the apex, county sheriff deputy flashes by going down the mountain. No light bar, went by and up the twisty road for another 2 miles, watching my mirror.
I got near the top on a long straight, looked back. Waaay down the mountain here comes the sheriff, lights blazing.
I pulled over, had my helmet off and walked 50 feet back down hill before he was even close enough to pull over and park.
We had a conversation. First thing he said:
"I didn't get you on radar in that tight turn." I let that sink in a bit before I opened my mouth.
I said "see this Kmart sleeping bag I have duct-taped to the top of my tank. I makes it hard to corner, so I leaned the bike over a lot in that hairpin even though I wasn't going very fast."
Meanwhile all my riding buddies passed by, figuring for sure I'm going to get a ticket or worse.
We chatted a bit, he gave me back my license, no ticket, never checked the bike, thankfully.
I took my time getting gear back on, waited until sheriff left the scene, as I had to turn the bike down hill to bump start it.
