After I knocked over the display sign for the 1/4 midget with my ratty Bell Star, I think the staff had their eye on me.
Funny you should mention that, but after the bike cop nailed me, sure enough, two prowl cars showed up, to do nothing other than to make me nervous. Slow crime day, I guess.
I then started fumbling with the wad of insurance documents for the myriad of street legal bikes I ride. "Lets see, this one is for the CB350, no, the Kawasaki, and this one is for the 250, and this one's..." The cop was not amused.
There goes my $$$ for the new arm chaps.