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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2026 11:19 am
This went down in early 1970 between Anaconda and Butte, Montana. I don't remember why I was going to Anaconda, but the 750 would hop between 95 and 100. That means I was normally be traveling above 100. The speed limit in Montana in those days had no upper limit, but was limited to 65 miles an hour at night. About halfway between those two cities, I passed the Montana State police. I glanced down at my speed odometer and it read 105 I did not throttle back. The Montana police man sped up until he was a long side me and I still did not throttle down. He got on his hidden cop car loudspeaker, and ask if I needed to be traveling that fast. I shook my head no and he asked me if I would please slow down. I throttle it off until the speedometer drop back below 80. He stayed right alongside me and when I brought the 750 to a steady 80 miles an hour, he smiled, waved and backed his cruiser off in the neighborhood of 70 and I kept going. It was only a year or two when the oil embargo thing started and the gas prices went through the roof. Montana was forced by the Feds to interact a law for all states to lower their speed limit.
It was less than a year later while I was still living in Walker Montana. I sold the 750 because it only had two speeds full blast and stop.
It was less than a year later while I was still living in Walker Montana. I sold the 750 because it only had two speeds full blast and stop.
