I've been caught the other way.
Every bike I have ever ridden with the exception of Dick Hubbard's Beemer has a huge blind spot immediately behind, especially when carrying a pillion. Worse, given that a full face helmet knocks out some of your peripheral vision, it can be impossible to turn your head enough to see into the region that the mirrors don't cover. On top of that, at highway speeds, the wind noise can mask a siren to the extent, that it is hard to hear and impossible to determine its direction.
I have had a cop slip up behind me on the motorway and sit about half a meter from my back wheel. I could hear him - just, but I couldn't see him, no matter what I did. It took me a few seconds to work out where he was and get out of his way.
If he had been 5 meters further back, I would have had no problem.
My body language must have demonstrated pretty graphically that I was trying to locate him but he didn't get the hint.
He probably though I was a complete plonker.
He might be right
I may not be as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I always was.
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