“How do you know your Honda 600 would go 165?”
One early spring morning on my way to work back in the late 90s, I was clocked by a highway patrolman at 163 mph.
He was on I-70 heading west and I was on I-70 heading east at the time. I had the whole section of highway to myself at the time and it was one of first times I got the bike out for the season from being garaged kept all winter long. I decided to blow it out on that last stretch of highway just before I had to get off heading for work.
I seen the trooper as I passed him almost at top end speed on the other side of the highway and then seen him turn around to come after me in my rear view mirror.
Normally I wouldn’t bother stopping and have left many in the dust in my past, however this time I decided to stop because I seriously didn’t think I would get into too much trouble since it was a beautiful spring morning and nobody was in sight on my side of the highway. Kinda like no harm - no fowl I thought.
Anyways, the trooper was very nice and complimented me on my bike several times. He asked me how fast I thought I was going and I responded that the speedometer goes to 175 mph and I know I was doing that. The trooper was a 15 year veteran and asked for me to come sit in the front seat of the car as he called me in and have me checked out.
Again, while sitting in the car, waiting for a response from dispatch, he asked me how fast I thought I was going. I replied, “honestly, I really don’t know.” At that moment, the trooper turned the radar display towards me so I could see it clearly and it clearly said 163 mph on the display.
The officer was surprisingly very nice about it after I explained why I did what I did. He said, " look, I go to work this way every morning and I happen to be on my way to work this morning when I seen you flying down the highway. I appreciated that you stopped! And, I certainly do not want to spend the rest of my day doing paperwork on you, so I’m going to let you go with a warning. DO NOT DO THIS AGAIN, GOT IT!!!"
He also mention that in all his 15 years as a highway patrolman, I was the fasted he’s ever clocked someone on the highway at the time. He also said, “Christmas come early for me” and suggested that I slow my ass down, which I did to some extent for awhile. He truly was a nice guy and I was very grateful that he understood where I was coming from. I thanked him often, then I went on my merry way as did he.
I normally wouldn’t share this story with anyone, however please understand that I grew up on motorcycles practically. I come from a racing family. Speed was my thing back in the day. An absolute pure adrenaline rush for me no doubt about it.
Today, I have slowed my butt down quite a bit. I’ve had many fast bikes, fast cars and fast trucks over the years. I pretty much stick to the speed limits today.
Strange how much you grow up mentally after raising a couple of kids and have to set the example for them, at least for me anyhow!
The Hayabusa that I had, I took to the track on several occasions. That bike allowed me to go the fasted I have ever been on the ground in my life, which was an excess of 200 mph. Life is very different at those speeds to say the least.
Sorry for the long response, however I hope you appreciate what I’ve shared and how I know that particular bike would run those speeds any day of the week.
Thanks for asking!