Yeah,we had one of those back in the 70s too Jack - his name was Manu I think...bike cop.He kept tight tabs on us guys,tough but fair - you didn't talk back and try and weasel your way out of a ticket,if Manu says I caught ya fair and square it was ticket time.If a bike broke down he was there to see if he could help...this guy had our respect! We were in awe of his prowess on the Saint - sitting on the gut stand,if he saw a speeder he would kick start it,then pivot it around on one leg of the stand,bump it off,then gone ,all in one movement,worth watching the bastard catch someone! He told us we should be able to do the Panmure roundabout at 50mph - took us a while to get up to that speed though.
He was killed one night on the Pakuranga Highway...don't remember if he was in a car or on a bike....but he was drunk and took out a tree.Great bloke,we missed him.
I think it was how we were brought up eh - we were taught to respect our elders....and we did.....if they earned it.
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