A work mate needed a lift to the yocal bikie repair shop in order to pick up his ZXR400, so I offered him a lift on the back of the Biffbird. Sweet.
"Open herrr up a liddle for me on the da wai tere woodja ", he asked (he's Mexican).
Anyhoo - we set off, taking in a nice straight bit o' rural land to the way. A bit too much traffic around for me to open her up just yet, and with this slug in the cage in front of me is doing around 60 in a hundy zone, I get just a tad frustrated. Coz I woz really looking forward to showing off. Because I'm like that.
Anyhoo2 - A gap in oncoming traffic. I tap his leg then accelerate hard. Immediately, and unintentionally, the front wheel begins to come off the road as I come out of the nana's slipstream, and pootle past said nana at an accelerated pace...
Shit - Was that? Bollox it was.
Just as I pass nana in a monocyclic manner, I spy a cop, in my mirror, pulling up to the junction we’d recently passed.
Farq - Did he see me ? Nana pulls over, cop car overtakes him with his disco lights on. Bugger. So I pull over. Mehican and I dismount. Maricon (Mexican for gay-boy – the Mexican. I can’t pronounce his proper name.) asks me why we've stopped, so I point over his shoulder at the hofficer who has, by this point, parked behind us and crawled out of his cage.
Helmet off. Smile. Look guilty. Play it straight. It might just work.
"Hi", Me
"Wasn't it!", Cop
"I know. Scared the shit out of me it did". Me
"Really?", Cop
"Yup. I've never done one of those intentionally in my life", Me
"You really need to watch it with the extra weight on the back while riding such a powerful bike", Cop
I'm beginning to like this guy. He's not only got a sense of humour, but he's some experience in bikes.
So we go through the process of checking me out. My wallet is back in the office with my licence, so cop chats to control, all's good.
"Take it easy", says cop, as he walks off.
I like Friday's.
Thanks Mr Policeman.
Regards
Biff
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