52 in a 40!

I was heading to the north side of town since my dentist moved his office out to the hinterlands and got a little too frisky with the throttle. Of course I didn't see the cop car until it was too late. I pulled into the next place of business and waited for the officer to get out of his car. He didn't and then I realized that even though I'd stopped in a parking space I hadn't turned off the key. As soon as I did and swung the kick stand down, the officer stepped out and asked for my license and registration and said, "I stopped you because you were going 52 in a 40." I'm glad he didn't ask that stupid question, "Do you know why I stopped you?" I just sat back on my bike, calculating how much this was going to cost me in money and time (going downtown to the city/county building to buy back the points on my license) and trying to keep my face expressionless. I had quite a little while to contemplate my transgression and then the officer stepped out of his car and handed me a "warning" ticket. Without even thinking I reached out and touched his face and blessed his heart, then a few tears of relief leaked out. Afterward, I realized my action could have been interpreted as a potential hostile gesture. I think it embarrassed him, but it was totally spontaneous. He shuffled his feet a little and said that he let me slide because I was wearing my helmet! Oh! the power of my pretty pink helmet!