Was riding home one day this week. He gives it a couple of fingers full to pass a cage, got up to 75 or so and sees a suspicious grey Commode in the distance.
At the same time his detector goes nuts. He pulls in behind the next car and watches said Commode as it approaches. Locks eyes with the Occifer in the car, watches in the mirror as it carries on. Whoops! brake lights - time to go.
Over a crest at a slightly illegal, but not dangerous speed. When bugger him, there's a Candy coloured Commode ahead. The Occifer gives our hero the beady look, carries on past for 200 metres, then brake lights again.
Time to exit stage right again, then left, then right. Check back and no flashers.
Home free.
But is all this stress really necessary?
'Kin oath.
IRD miss another $120 odd bucks.
My friend is very happy.
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