Immediately after signing the warning, the cop starts into the 20 questions about my BMW F800GS. Something to the effect of...
Cop: A BMW, huh?
Dave: Yeah, they're terrific bikes.
Cop: Did you ride that all the way down from Oregon?
Dave: Yep, 2400 miles so far, and I start back for Oregon again tomorrow.
Cop: How do these handle on the highway? How fast do they go?
Dave: (blushing under the helmet and not quite sure how to admit I'd been speeding for the past six days) Oh, about 70 to 75mph.
Cop: Nice, it looks like fun.
Dave: Yes, they are.
Cop: Thanks, have a good day.
Dave: Thanks, you too.
Obviously the local constable was a bit bored on a Sunday afternoon, saw a nice shiny BMW ride by, and had to come up with a reason to get a closer look at the bike. I've got this a lot from passers-by just curious about the bike, but I've never gotten a written warning before as a lead in to a bike conversation. Oh well, 2,400 miles and no tickets. If this is the worst that happens to me on this trip, I'll be very happy.
Tomorrow I depart for the long way home. As usual, I will post my observations here. Stay tuned...