I rode into uni from work today, and it was a harrowing experience. I'm a learner and i'm always on the m'way. I also have to be in the lab till midnight most nights so generally the L plate isn't an option.
First I got stopped at a checkpoint at the start of Sandringham Rd, where the good-natured officer asked me if my bike had 'everything on it that it should'. I gambled he wouldn't ask for my licence and responded with a hearty 'yep' despite the absence of an L-plate. He thanked me and wished me a good day. Phew.
Keep riding, get to Symonds street. Indulge myself a little over the motorway bridge (before K rd). Pulled up at the grafton bridge lights and noticed the cop with the laser hiding behind the traffic light junction box. Damn. Busted. Sure enough, I get waved down after the lights go green. Two cops this time. 69km/h, not too bad... but then the moment came. "Can I see your licence please?". I hand over the bright blue card. He walks round to the rear of the bike. I'm just waiting for my wallet to start crying as all my money flies away.
"You must be pretty happy riding a bike with the gas prices being so high". Has he realized? Is he toying with me? Is he just being nice? Well, i'm sure as hell not gonna mention it. He must have wondered why I was so happy about my $120 fine.
Personally I think he must have known, so this is my thank-you to that cop. May someone do you a good turn for saving me all that money!
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