Then something strange happened. He said I must have had good parents because I was the first person not to lie and say I wasn't going that fast in a long time. I told him I race my car and we started talking about suspension and gear ratios. So he goes back to his bike for a while, comes back and says "I knocked it down to 80 and by the way, see if you can get that registration taken care of when you get a chance."
Best cop ever. Moral of the story is that there is a fine line between ass kissing and arguing that people seem to appreciate.