Right, so I'm the motorcycle supervisor in Christchurch. I get told to make motorcycling safer by anyone who has an axe to grind.
Our crash attendance guys attend at least 2 or 3 crashes each week where a motorcyclist or moped rider gets knocked off when riding down a cycle lane. It's against the law, it's a bad idea, anyway, that's not what this is about.
I got a weed on a few weeks ago about motorcyclists just riding in unsafe places, so I went and sat on a particular cycle lane and waited for something to happen. Like, I was there specifically looking.
Huge amounts of traffic at that time, traffic was banked up for miles. Sure enough, a bloke on a bike rides up the cycle lane, at least 100 metres that I saw, overtaking all the stationary traffic. I step out, stop the guy, and we enter into discourse on the rights and wrongs. He tells me that he thought it was okay for motorcyclists to use cycle lanes. It isn't. I end up writing a ticket.
Some weeks later, I'm advised that the ticket is being defended. That's cool, constitutional rights, all that sort of thing. A ticket is just my allegation. No probs.
Here's the kicker. The rider is now saying that he had only used the lane to negotiate hazards on the road, and that he did so safely. Fecking lies.
That's the problem with making shit up; you have to remember the lies that you've told, as somewhere they will be recorded and drawn back to your attention. I made notes of what was said at the roadside, I know what the excuse was at the time, and that this new excuse is BS.
And this egg is running around telling all his mates that the cops are revenue collecting scum sucking bottom dwellers (I feel a quote-fest coming on), making us look like the ones who broke the rules.
Just venting during the break I've given myself from the 90 minutes of paperwork it will take me to get the bloody thing ready for the court case.
Donut time.
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