Was pootling northwards on Gordonton Road yesterday afternoon, in a line of traffic, waiting for a chance to wail past them all in one go, when a LEOhappened past in the opposite direction. As is my want, I gave him the friendly, secret KB wave as he went by
and then watched dubiously in the rearview mirror as he pulled a u-turn, about two cars behind me. "Hmmmm" I thinks, "can't be after me, not speeding, not drunk, on correct side of road, WOF and Reg up to date...must be just patrolling around...unless I got that bloody wave wrong again....which finger am I supposed to point up with....?"
Next thing I know, the disco lights go on and he comes fanging up behind, passing the traffic between us at some rate of knots. "Ahhhh shit," thinks I, "musta got the bloody wave wrong again...OR, perchance he just wants me to participate in the Hamilton Bike Check scheme..."
So I moved left and prepared to stop. But lo and behold, he just hooned right on past, overtook the next car and hauled over some dude with a trailer on the back of his car - dunno why, but that's what he did.
I did not wave again as I passed him and continued on my way.
Why is it we always feel so guilty when that happens?![]()
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