So, here I was in Albuquerque, cruising the old streets on my Aprilia, fully geared up (mesh is your friend), doing about 31 in a 35 zone (stuck behind traffic) and suddenly a squad car lit up on me. Pulled over with a lot of puzzlement. The cop came and asked how I'm doing. I replied that I'd do a lot better if he enlightens me on what I did wrong. He said that he ran my plate and it didn't show up. I replied that I just registered the bike today and proceeded to whip out the registration, moto license, insurance, the whole enchilada. The cop looked at everything and sent me on my way with a ,"Don't you think you're too old to ride something like this?" So I smirked and said, "you're right officer! Tomorrow I'll go to a Harley-Davidson joint and pick up a slow bike just to please you." He snorted and walked back to his car. I wonder how many "random" license plate checks he ran on sport bikes versus everything else? To all those who are in favor of profiling (profiling for anything), it sucks when you're the recipient.