I met one of those mythical 'good bastard' cops 'tis mornin.
I have this favourate little inner city road where I give it a little welly in 1st through a left and a right. Nothing stupid, but it does make the Micron sing. Anyhoo, I take the right and there's Plod doing breath tests, so I prepare myself for a full and frank discussion about noise. Buggered if he isn't more interested in what the Bandit's like, because his wife doesn't like the seat on his 'Busa.
Good on ya copper, I hope you make Commissioner.
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