And according to the few I've actually met, they ride just as fast, and take their lumps if they get caught. But they're pretty adept at using schmoes like me as bait I've seen, and then later talked to, a few that tailed me about a km back. Last one was coming west into Marathon. When the cruiser coming towards me lit me up, I glanced down to see I was going about 135 in a 90. He gave me the universal slow down sign, turned off the lights and kept on going. The biker behind me caught me at the gas bar in Terrace Bay. He listened to my story, said he'd seen the lights come on, then laughed and told me he was an off-duty traffic cop. We rode the rest of the way to T.Bay together, at about 125 or so. I think it's all in the attitude. I've been pulled over a few times, but haven't had a ticket since the early 80's, and that was driving a car during a blitz.