I am northeast of Reserve, New Mexico when a cop clocks me at 92 in a 55 (in a turn).
He asks: "Why were you going so fast?"
I say:" It is a beautiful Spring morning. I am on a great twisting road with hills and vistas all around me. I have a beautiful bike to ride and there is no one else out here.....except for you."
Then I just shrug. I don't think he got it.
Wonder if he realized I slowed for the turn?