Night ride in the blue light

There are a number of times and places that you might say are the best for riding... cool nights, warm nights, bright clear days, magnificent sunrises or sunsets, open spaces or winding roads. It was one of those cool fall nights in Florida. The humidity was low and the roads were vacant. I was on the way home from a balancing act on a barstool in Cack's bar. As I rolled into the sweeping long curve that runs along the bay seawall I was treated to a beautiful panorama. A large full blue moon was rising behind the 3-mile bridge over the bay and the black water sparkled in the soft blue light. The night was just warm enough to ride with your leather open. You know, it was one of those nights that you wanted to share with someone. I decided to wake up Karyn and take her for a ride. My shovel had no p-pad so Karyn rolled up a towel, put it on the fender, jumped on and said "Let's go!". I was just going to shoot across the bay bridge and back for that unobstructed view. We were the only thing on the bridge that night (which was probably because it was about 3a.m.). We were gliding across the bridge enjoying the view and heading toward the speed trap on the other side known as Gulf Breeze. The bay is the boundary line between two counties and the cops on the other side heard us coming. I never intended to ride through "the Breeze" so I cut throught the median after we crossed the bridge and started back the way we came... and the Breeze cops started after us. We never knew that they were  there. As I started back across, I rolled the throttle on and the shovel gulped in that cool dry air. When we went across "the hump" in the middle of the bridge, I checked my 6 but the force of the wind had blown my mirror down parallel to the pavement. The blast was also blowing me out of my seat and I had to pull myself down and squeeze the tank sides with my knees to back out of the throttle. We left the cops back in their county and never knew it. They radioed ahead and there was another cop on the other side. As we neared the other side we were greated by blue lights but not those from that beautiful moon. I coasted into a parking lot, shut the bike down,stood by the front wheel and didn't say a word. The two young cops must have been impressed by how we left the other cops on the bridge because they just sat in their cruiser and the cop riding shotgun says "Nice bike.". Well, Karyn says "Damn right it's a nice bike, but you can't see it from in the car. Get out! Check out the paint and he built the thing by himself.". She gets the cops out and is giving them a tour when the shift sergeant shows up to see what was going on. The young cops give me a $15 ticket(not bad for 60 mph over and a possible d.u.i.). It's a damn good thing that I picked Karyn up. That night my shovel was running strong... but the strongest thing running in the blue light that night was a tight butt, a little waist, an open jacket with a tank top and some long black hair.