I felt a little froggy, so I hopped on the Puch and rode to Everybody's records (20 minutes or so away), even though I lost my license plate in Kalamazoo and hadn't got a new one yet.
On the way back, in Norwood (of all places) a police car behind me turned on his lights and siren, and I pulled over. He kept his flashing lights on during the whole exchange, even though we were in a parking lot. SOP I guess.
Anyway, I had to sit there for like 10 minutes on my moped, in front of his car, while a steady stream of people drove by, staring at me.
Some long-haired heavy metal kids walked by, and thought it was pretty funny. I had to try really hard to keep the cop from seeing me smile.
I told him "I think the plate fell of this morning, sir" (MY FINGERS WERE CROSSED)and he seemed ok with that. I guess he ran my driver's license #, to make sure it was registered. Then he just told me I needed to get a new plate, and "have a nice day."
The whole time I was thinking "I'll post about this on Moped Army," so here you go.