Best "Good Cop" story I know happened to my father, last summer. I'd just bought my KZ650 a week before, had only taken it out a couple times. My dad liked to take it around the block, but never much further, since Chicago suburban traffic will kill ya. One day, as I was getting ready to go out, he takes the bike out. Ten minutes later, I'm in the car, on my way to pick up a lady friend, when I get a call:
"Peter, where are you?"
I'm on my way to the city, I tell him. Why?
"Oh, I got pulled over."
I put down the phone and curse to myself and tell him I'll call him back. I call my mother, and she's already on her way with his license.
That's right, Pops decided to take an uninsured, unregistered bike out, without any form of ID, which wouldn't have mattered since he's not M-endorsed. Went for a ride onto major, cop-going roads, and got pulled over for not wearing protective eyewear, which is mandatory in IL. That's like five strikes against him.
So it was a young cop, wasn't sure how to handle this fustercluck, when his old-school captain or something pulls up to see what's going on. Captain has words with my father, checks his ID (mom had arrived by then), and tells the young cop he'll handle it. The old cop had taken note of my father's heavy Sicilian accent and foreign sounding name.
"You're in luck Pop," he says. "I'm from the old country too. But this is not the island, you know! You need a license and papers to ride these things," he says, and they have a good laugh. Cop busts his balls for a few minutes more, and lets him off scott free.
I couldn't believe it, but my dad was extremely proud of it.