When a runner isn't the only option...
Those who know me know that my first response to seeing the 5-0 is to drop two gears, THEN analyse the pros vs cons...
Well this morning on the way to work, gave it a wind up off the lights to hunt down some boyracer for a laugh (I highly recommend it - who woulda thought their turbo 4WD rice-rocket wasn't the fastest thing on the road?). After my ego was manicured ready for another day at work, I caught up to some traffic and dropped down to do some lane-splitting at a more sedate pace.
Had to drop something off in Maungaraki, so stopped at the lights. I hear sirens. Hmm.... look at the clear road ahead of me, look at the hill on my right, but think of my dissatisfaction with my current tyres, my sore wrist, I'm still half-asleep, I don't wanna be late for work while storming down some back road... okay, time to take it like a man and get ready for a rodgering.
The two uniformed cars come screaming up the inside of me, one pulls directly across in front of me, blocking my exit and stops, while the other stops right beside me. This is gonna be expensive I think.
Then the traffic coming the other way stops, the cops shoot across the motorway and up Maungaraki Hill... OMG - so it wasn't me?!!!
"You, Madboy, are the Uncooked Pork Sausage of Sausage Beasts. With extra herbs."
- Jim2 c2006
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