Nearly lost my license...
Yesterday I was going for a nice relaxing cruise, when some wanker in a ute comes right up behind me. So, being in a somewhat contemplative mood, I slowed down to let him pass. But, the wanker stayed right behind me about 1 metre from my rear wheel and didn't make any attempt to pass even when I pulled over and signaled for him to go.
Getting sick of this and fearing for my safety a wee bit, I accelerated from 100 up to about 120 to lose him, when next thing you know? A policeman appears from around the bend and immediately turned his lights on. Fuck!
I was clocked at 126 on a learner license on a 400cc bike so was kinda shitting myself... he was pretty lenient on me which was ok, but then he decided to have a wee temper tantrum at me as if I had just shot and killed Helen Clark.
"What the fuck do you think you were doing at that sort of speed on a learner license? You're restricted to 80km/h!" (Shows how well he knows the law...)
I then explained the situation about the wanker behind me.
"You fucking maniac. Do you know how dangerous speeding is? If I book you on your learner license I could arrest you immediately since you're technically going 56km/h over the speed limit. Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Just stood in silence with my head down...
"And to top it off you're riding a bike that's too big for your license. You're going to ride that back to where you're staying and then you're going to call me so I can speak to a responsible adult to confirm that your bike has been garaged. Then you can damn well pay to have it transported back to wherever the hell you're from."
Ok... thats the point where I started to think "maybe this guy is having a wee wank over his powertrip?" Anything that happens after he leaves me alone is not really anything to do with him right?
So, not wanting to piss him off, I gave him a call that night, expecting for the number he gave me to be that of a police station he was at. But the conversation went like this:
"Hello?" (sounded like a 10 year old girl)
Me (thinking I must have called the right place, since he wrote down his number pretty clearly): "Um, hey, I got a speeding ticket today and I was supposed to call the guy who gave it to me to confirm something?"
"What?" (definitely was a 10 year old girl)
"Um... is this a police station?"
"No..."
"Is you're dad a cop?"
"Yeah..."
"Sorry to bother you. Goodbye."
OH MY GOD the wanker gave me his home phone number. What a fucking tosser. I sincerely hope that our resident policemen are in no way like that guy.
Although on the upside, I got my knee down for the first time coming home from that... makes ya feel good
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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