So, commuting home on my gf's SV (bikeless til the Daytona 675 arrives).  I get pulled over with another rider for riding through a meridian (wide area of big yellow lines near an intersection at work).  Basically for going over a double yellow line.  So, we both get pulled over.  This is the first time I have been pulled over in forever....  So, the officer whips out the mega-huge book to find the number of the citation.  After 4-5 minutes, he can't find it.  He gives us both a stern talking to and then sends us on our way.  We onloy got out of the citation because he couldn't find what he wanted to cite us for....  Got home, opened a beer and am thanking my lucky stars.  I have been finding good inurance quotes for my Daytona and didn't want to have to report a new citation....  Phew....  Still have traffic school as a fall back for when I get the inevitable speeding ticket, what I expected to get pulled over for on the bike...

Did you just cross the line, or were you driving in it significantly?  If the former, he was just being a jerk.  If the latter, then you're asking for someone to whack you.  Drivers who follow the lines often expect everyone else to do so as well, and won't look for you before they pull into that turn lane since they're just following the double yellow. 

On another note... be sure to give us a review of your Daytona after you get it. I'm looking at buying a new later this year and that's one that's on my list of possibilities.

Hi all,
Ah yes, the dreaded double-yellow.
That reminds me of an old story...
It was about 1979 or 1980, and my friends Dave, Mike and I are riding on a gorgeous sunny, spring Sunday morning over the amazing country roads around Madison, Wisc. We could do a 100-mile loop, never put our tires on the same road twice, and never leave Dane County. Nothing but hilly, curvy, lush, spectacular roads -- and the occasional tractor and cow, of course.
So there we are, Dave on his 1977 Suzuki GS400 (forget commuter bike, Dave's GS was a proper sport bike, with every ounce of excess metal removed, sticky Metzler tires, low bars, performance mods galore) and Mike on his brand-new 1979 Honda CB750F (with Honda's then-new DOHC 16 valve engine) and me on my jewel-like 1975 Honda CB400F four cylinder classic. As usual, Dave and Mike are tearing up the road ahead of us, flying through the corners as though they are Kenny Roberts and Freddie Spencer at Laguna Seca. Me, I like to ride fast, but I am particular against the idea of crashing on public roads with all the hazards out there, so I ride at 3/5ths to their 8/5ths. It worked out because they would always wait for me at the next stop sign, with Dave smoking a cigarette and both of them animatedly recreating the last stretch of road and laughing as I arrived, no worse for wear.
On this Sunday morning, we ran into something we didn't find too often so early in the morning -- slow traffic ahead of us -- on a fabulous windy road that featured an incredibly long stretch of the dreaded double yellow line.
Well, let's just say that Mike and Dave were not the patient types.
The three of us were bunched up behind a slow moving big American sedan and after a few SLOWWWWW frustrating curves, Mike and Dave were off --double yellow lines be damned. They zipped out and passed the guy in the car like he was cemented in place, while I sat back, frustrated by the slow pace, but worried about crossing the double-yellow. My luck, there'd be a cop who'd see me.
Finally, the car and I reached a spot on the road where the double-yellow disappeared, and I made my way around him, happy to have a few curves before me where I could open my Honda up and enjoy the rush.
A few minutes later,  I arrived at the rural spot where Dave and Mike were waiting for me at a four-way stop, cigarette in Dave's hand, and both of them chuckling about the shocked look of the car driver when they flew by him on a double yellow.
That's just about when the car and its very angry driver pulled up to the intersection where we sat.
The driver got out of his car screaming, telling us he was an off-duty cop and that if he had his ticket book with him, he'd be writing us up right then.
"Do you know what a double-yellow line means?" the angry alleged-cop screamed at Mike and Dave, his face red with fury.
"Sure," said Mike, a mild-mannered mechanical engineer by trade, a respectful, honest guy who grew up in Iowa for God's sake. "It means you should cross it as many times as you can."
The alleged cop was flabbergasted.
He made a few more nasty remarks, turned and got back into his car before peeling off.
Mike, Dave and I sat there for a few more minutes before heading back onto the road.
The next day, Mike was back to being a quiet, mild-mannered, conservative engineer who drove a Chevy Citation -- remember those?
But on that day, he was just Kenny Roberts flying around the track and no one had better get in his way.
Amazing what a ride with friends can do to you on a perfect spring morning on a perfect road.
It's one of my favorite memories of riding with them both. Sadly, neither rides motorcycles anymore. I'm still riding happily, 30 years later, now on my gorgeous 1991 GS 500E.

Best wishes,
Todd

So, I will admit some fault.  I did cross one of the yellow lives, but the other half of the double yellow was five feet away.  It is one of the large, cross hatched areas and I was prolly within a foot of the right edge of the five foot wide region.  I do believe there are prolly greater crimes going on out there than two motorcyclists tring to get into the left turn only lane....  If you have ever been to Berkeley, a cop could spend his whole life busting jay walkers and bicyclists in the sidewalks and not ever have time for a coffee break.

I promise a full review of the Daytona 675 as soon as it arrives in town.  I can't wait!!!  Reading everything I can find, joined a forum, even bought a freakin' hat....

Oook! Can't wait til they strip the 675 to make a replacement for the Speed Four  ... Would be super SEX! 

Also, can't resist http://www.metacafe.com/watch/71619/accident_in_realtime/