Well I have never driven anything but imports so I can not say imports v. domestics.

However . . . . I have gotten 6 tickets on a bike but no cop has ever looked twice at my ricey hatch.

Ticket 1: 62 in a 25 school zone. I honestly did not realize that it was a school zone, thought it was a 45. Still, it was my fault.

Tickets 2, 3, and 4: I shoot past a biker cop (again, 62 in a 45) who is parked on the sidewalk with his gun out. He goes to get on his bike but I am around the corner and gone before he can start his engine. The next day at school, I get called to the office and when I get there, guess who came to see me? He writes me tickets for: A- 62 in a 45, B-"improper exhaust"(it was chopped right after the H-pipe), C-Evasion. Yeah, my bad on that.

Tickets 5 and 6: Leaving Barrett one saturday night (about 12:30) and I am the ONLY person out, not a single other vehicle in sight. I figure the coast is clear, pop a wheelie from a red light and take off. Cop whips out of quiktrip, and guess what happens next. A nice slap on the wrist in the form of: A- 61 in a 35 (who the %$#^ knew that Barrett was a 35?) and B- wheelie (*hazardous operation* I believe it was worded).

Yeah I been around the legal system a bit. And I don't blame it on a poor justice system, stereotyping ricer-hating cops, or the lord himself. It was all due to my own poor decisions.