After 22 years without ever getting pulled over, it finally happened. I was driving the lv to my mom's house to help fix some things. It's one of those areas that used to be farms, but now has several new subdivisions. I crested a hill, backed off the throttle and noticed a harley up ahead starting up. And then those damned blue lights. Claims I was doing 50 in a 35. The funny thing is he asked "Why did you slow down, did someone signal you?" . He said his radar read 50 then quickly dropped to 40. I was hoping I'd get a warning but it was about 30 degrees out, so I figured he's giving me one for sure, and he did. To be honest, I don't know how fast I was really going. The only thing that makes me feel okay about it, is the fact that this 42 year old hunk of metal is still capable of getting a speeding ticket.