So.
Didn't get much sleep last night, due to the demons and the Vifferbabe Sawmills Ltd.
Soap.
I was running really late this morning (still haven't had my coffee!), and felt like shit. After I'd sorted out the insurance company's cock-up of our alarm being zapped by EMI due to one of those March storms sending a lightning bolt a little too close to our abode, I finally set out for work.
An hour late.
First thing I see as I'm heading out the gargre is a cop.
On our street (not unheard of - we've had 18 bad crashes in one year).
So, I take it easyish, coz I dunno which way he went (no donut shops in the area).
I take it easyish for a few km, then get a bit over-exuberant.
Where the hell did that sireeeny sound, and them flashy lights come from?!?There were no cops behind me.
I think.
Blah blah blah, 73 in a 50, $170, 35 points.
Fair cop (the ticket, and the guy.) He was going the other way (didn't see his black stealthmobile). He sounded like he would've left it alone, if I hadn't been so far over the limit.
I've been MUCH further over the limit, so I have no complaints.
I'm just stupid, and semi-nonfunctional, and very tired.
He didn't even check the bike, with it's illegal front confirminators and illegal zorst. If he had, he would've seen the brand-new rego, which expired on Tuesday, and got put on last night.
He was only interested in the fact that I was going so fast he couldn't ignore it.
Actually - there were a lot more cops this morning (6? 8?) than I usually see (0). I should go to sleep at night, then I'll be on my way to work while they're still doing the donuts'n'coffee thing.
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