2nd CHP Road Block
I commute to work & back on two great backroads in the S.F. East Bay; Marsh Creek
Rd. out of Clayton & what was old Vasco Rd. down into Livermore. Around '85 or '86,
the CHP started paying more attention to the traffic on these roads with county-owned
& loaned radar.
One morning I'm heading out of Clayton on the CX650Turbo at about 70 or so when I crest
the hill & noticed 2 CHP cars off the opposite side of the road. They have a car
heading towards Clayton pulled over & looked busy. I slowed a little when I went by
them and watched my mirrors closely for the next quarter mile or so. As I disappeared
around the next curve & noticed nothing coming in my mirrors, I wicked it back up to
my normal commute velocity & enjoyed the roads to work. Happy-happy, Joy-joy ...
The next morning, in the same place, I see one CHP car and the ocifer is standing along
side the car with his arms crossed & looking in my direction. As I approach at a legal
55, he leans into the window of his car and grabs the radio microphone. He's talking away
to *someone* as I pass by.
Hmmmmmmmm ... this strange behavior looks mighty fishy to me!
As I disappear around the next curve, I see him looking in my direction, but NOT getting
into his car. Hmmm...again?!?
I sense that something is _up_, so I cruise down Marsh Creek as close to legal as I can
stand. Looking through a curve, after a couple of miles further down the road, I see
another CHP car sitting on the opposite side of the road again, the officer inside, and on
the radio again. Hmmmmmm...
As I exit the curve, I can now see this Great(tm) welcoming committee! Beyond car #2, were
cars #3 & #4 blocking most of the road & motos #1 & #2 behind them. One of the
officers standing in the middle of the road in front of me has his pistol drawn & is
pointing it straight up in the air; I assume for me to see. Gee, I guess I'm going to be
late for work today ...
As I pull off the side of the road where they are all pointing to, the cowboy puts his gun
away. I shut the bike off & remove my helmet, gloves & earplugs. The moto-officers
join the parade and I'm now completely surrounded by uniforms, sunglasses, & not a
single smile in the crowd.
"Gentlemen, something I can help you with this morning?" I ask.
"License & registration, please." one of them replied.
I gathered the items & the recipient disappeared into one of the cars for the next 20
The next officer asked; "Did you ride through here about this time yesterday
"Yes" ... "Did you notice any CHP yesterday morning?" ... "Yes, I
saw 2 just outside of Clayton with a car pulled over." ... "Did you see the
Mustang that pursued you?" ... "ME?!? No Sir. I didn't see anyone pursuing me
I hear some low grumbling from a couple of them and a different one says; "I chased a
motorcycle that looked JUST like this all the way to Vasco Rd. yesterday and never caught
him." ... "Couldn't have been ME, I was just cruisin' to work like I normally
do, and no one was behind me."
More grumbling as they stepped away & talked to themselves for a minute or so. Then
the almost identical questions started again, but from a different officer. I answered
again. They acquired the same disgusted look across their faces & started the
questions again. This continued til the guy in the car with my papers finally returned.
They talked again over by one of the cars & then returned to me.
The guy with my papers said; "We know it was you, we know who you are, and we know
where you live. If this ever happens again, you will be in serious trouble!" ...
<gulp> "Yayaya-YES, SIR!"
He hands me my stuff, and they stand around and _stare_ as I put things away, get ready,
One of the moto-guys follows me some 8 miles to Vasco Rd. where I stop at the fruitstand,
have a cigarette, and wait for his slimy butt to leave first.
Mike Chaplin <catfish at endorphin-express dot com>