As is so often the case on KB, I got pulled up on Saturday morning, pootling north on the Southern, minding my own business.
I was speeding, but wasn't sure by how much due to the reduced gearing on the Gixxer. Anyway, there was a fair amount of trafic and I was just cruising slightly faster than it. Check the mirrors before a lane change and "Fark!", there's a cop on a bike, filling my mirror, no lights or siren going. Thought "I'm dead" as the bike isn't in the most road legal condition at the mo.
So I shoot over three lanes onto the verge, climb off the bike and take off my helmet, remove ear plugs, and get the anal lube ready.
The cop asks the usual "Do you know what the speed limt is? What's your reason for travelling that fast? How fast do you reckon you were going?"
"Yup, I know 100kays, just running late, no excuse really, and I'm not sure, maybe 120-115?"
Shows me his readout saying 118kph (which means my speedo reads 14 fast now) and does the usual licence bullshit.
Tells me, in case I didn't know, that three tickets in 2 years and you're mostly walking nowdays, we're about to have another big anti speed campaign, keep your speed down if you want to keep your licence, have a good day!
Closes his flipfront visor and hoons off! Mint!
What a good bastard. Nice to see a cop excercising descretion and not patronising a fellow biker with the whole, "118, you're gonna kill a busload of kids, going straight to hell" bullshit you normally hear of.
Anyway, if ya see a Maori bloke with a moustache on a Honda cop bike cruising around, give him a friendly wave. He's a good cunt.
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