Last month (July), I was doing seventy-something down a 55 mph multi-lane open-access highway o n my FZ6 when I saw the LEO coming the other way in the distance. I backed down to within 5 mph of the speed limit by the time we passed each other. He turned around and promptly pulled me over.
Reason: he said he couldn't make out the inspection sticker on my license plate! No ticket, and he actually apologized for pulling me over!
I've been stopped only that one time on the FZ6, but on previous bikes, well, let's say more than a couple times.
Back in 1990, I had a legendary episode in Florida on 95 while carrying a girlfriend (of that time) from West Virginia on my '82 Maxim 650. On Thanksgiving morning, we were trying to make it from Key West to her mother's house in Ft. Lauderdale in time for the holiday dinner.
We were moving along at a good clip, when I saw a FHP ahead (he had a cage stopped) and backed off the throttle. The officer walked out into the first lane of 95 north and waved me over.
"Yes, officer, is there something I can do?"
LEO: "The trooper coming up behind you wants to talk with you"
Me: (turning to look behind me) "Uh, where is he?"
LEO: "Oh, he'll be along in a minute"
After a few moments, I could see the light bar flashing in the distance, no, wait, two, no three... Mustang GT's!
The lead Mustang GT slid to stop in the grass off the side of the shoulder and the trooper jumped out waving his smokey bear hat and said "Eeeehah! What kind a bike you got you there, boy?"
Me: "Just a 650 Yamaha Maxim, officer"
Lead LEO: "I've been trying to catch your @$$ and haven't been able to close the distance for the last 5 miles. The bear in the air clocked you at an AVERAGE of 117 mph over a seven-mile course, and we'd say you were hitting 130 or better at times! Where are you going in such an all-fired hurry?"
Me: "We're trying to make it to Kimbra's mom's in Ft. Lauderdale for Thanksgiving dinner"
Lead LEO: "Well, ordinarily, we'd have to arrest you and impound the bike for that kind of excessive speed, but I'll tell you what... because I like you, I'm going to write you up for 14 over, 69 in a 55."
He went on to provide me the papers to attend a four hour driver safety class to have the ticket 'adjudicated' (wiped out like it never happened), so my NJ driver license wouldn't see any points, and my insurance company wouldn't find out, either.
It worked out that the total cost of the 'safety class', the adjudication and airline ticket to fly down for the class came to be way less than paying the ticket, accepting the points and paying the subsequent increase in insurance premiums. It pays to be polite and friendly.