Unwrapped the Green Vulcan and headed to the local Bank of America this morning.. Moving right along, I'd had good luck with the red lights and had avoided sitting and frying while I waited for those things to change.. When I got on Irving blvd, the Green One belched real big and I am sure there must have been some flames shoot out the tail pipes.. That sucker backfired louder than I've ever heard it.. Not having ridden much lately, I figured the carb must need to be cleared out, so I rolled on the throttle and nailed it.. Nearly 2 miles down Irving blvd. that blip blip siren thingy went off behind me and sure enough, there he was.. Irving, Tx. has the reputation for having some of the most chicken shit little cops in the metroplex and I was certain that I was about to be ticketed.. The cop seemed extremely surprised about my driver's license being clear, but he made a point of a good long lecture about how dangerous it is to ride a motorcycle the way he'd observed me rid- ing mine.. I finally told him that I'd almost rather get the ticket than listen to the lecture.. Sometime during his exchange with me, it occurred to him that I was pretty damned old to be out there riding a bike anyway.. He commented about how great it is to see a man out on a bike doing what he enjoys so much.. Told me that as soon as his wife gives her approval, he'll be in the market for one just like mine.. That officer didn't write me a ticket, but.. we spent more than a half hour.. just visiting.. Once we got through all the lecture bull- shit, he was a pretty nice old boy, just doing his job.. Good job, Officer Kevin Hubbard.. I appreciate it.. Bill Walker Irving