
Originally Posted by
stephen
lol, good times! you know, that was the last time i saw you....how many years ago!?! joe and friends, laying on the ground with shotguns pointed at them. i always wondered, how'd your buddy get home that night? didn't they tell him to walk!?! well i'll throw my little story in the mix.
2 year ago, i had just bought my new bike (06 cbr600 f4i) about 3 months earlier. i was on my way home from a friends house, it was about 3am, and i was tired as hell. i decided to open it up on 285 coming down from marietta. i get to the peachtree exit, and notice a car kind of following me (i was at about 130). he didn't have any lights on, but i knew it was a cop (nobody else was on the highway). initially, i wanted to run but i slowed down to make SURE. i got to spaghetti junction and figured "let's see if he's really following me and not just speeding too." with all of these random thoughts in my mind, i accident get on the 85N ramp instead of South.
next thing i know, the wall in front of me starts flashing blue. i figured he was too close to run, and i was also going the wrong way! i start to pull close to the wall (that rough a$$ shoulder on the ramp), and he start swerving at the bike! then he gets on his megaphone and yells "I'M TAKING YOU DOWN!" lol, i got REALLY nervous then, i could stick my foot out and touch his fender (i'm doing like 10mph at this point). i figured, dude was going to kill me, so i dropped to first, and hauled a$$. the blue lights just got smaller and smaller until i couldn't see him anymore. i hit the jimmy carter exit, road into some random apartment complex and hid in the back between some trees. i chilled for about 30min, nervous as hell! i started to head home, and i noticed dekalb country was at every gas station near my house.
i figured he got my tag and address (he was close enough), so i stopped again and called my neighbor. he knew exactly who it was, he heard the copter over the neighborhood. he opened up his car trailer, and told me to get to our neighborhood as fast as i could, and put EVERYTHING in the trailer, then walk home. i left my bike, and gear in his trailer for about a month.