I went out for a couple hours last night. As I was heading back to the dock, I was stopped by a Sheriff's patrol. I didn't care. I didn't have anything to hide. It was after 7:30 pm and he said he stopped me for going to fast. I wasn't doing much over an idle and I wasn't on plane. I gave it just enough throttle to get the nose down to where I could see. He admitted I wasn't speeding but he called it borderline. He asked where my throwable cushion was. I showed him some life jackets. That's not acceptable and he gave me a warning for it. I was alone in the boat. Who was I going to throw it to? Who was going to throw it to me? But it was all good. Two young guys, very polite and courteous and I didn't mind.