This morning I went for a ride
and as usual, before I left the shed i checked my brakes, lights, tyres etc. On the road I watched every other road user, including the guy eating a pie in heavy traffic, the woman having an animated conversation with her passenger (including frequent eye contact) and the person who indicated after they had made their move. I made sure i wasn't in people's blind spots, covered my brakes going through intersections, kept a close eye on the surface of the road etc - all the stuff that most of us do every time we get on our bikes because we know that falling off sucks.
I thought I was riding safely and quite carefully, but a really nice pleaseman in a white Commodore pulled me over and told me that I was doing the terrible speed of 63 kmh, and he was kind enough to inform me of incredibly irresponsible I was, and that my riding was endangering the lives of widows and orphans. His final comment was "slow down, I don't want to have to scrape you off the road" before he pulled pull out without indicating and did a U turn in front of traffic to chase a couple of young lads who seemed to be doing at least 65 kmh (mad fools!).
But I feel happy knowing he is out there making the Queen's highways safe for old women and children by restraining the manic and suicidal urges of us greasy old bikers as we blast madly down the road at insane speeds, and I will trade my T Bird in for a Pajero or a Volvo (something with a cup holder so I can drink a nice cup of coffee while I drive) and never speed again. And I am glad to contribute money to the coffers and pay for the noble constable's donuts.
Oh happy day!
Don't blame me, I voted Green.
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