When I was living in Labrador (Qsld Oz) and working in Surfer Paradise back in 81, I went whizzing past an unmarked Leyland P76 with bacon at about 200 km (didn't notice him). He followed me to Surfers where I had pulled over to park. He came up along side with a big hand held sign... (WTF) got out and told me that he followed me past Sandspit and that I musta been going over 160Km as he was going at least that fast trying to catch up, and I was leaving him behind. (was doing that in third gear through the lights... Lol). He walked around my old GS1000, spotted my expired Queensland rego and pointed it out... I acted surprised and said I hadn't realised (Tuis). Then he moved in on my balding front tyre.. (Damn!.. I had to be a bit more convincing now). Then he asked for my License and I handed him my South Australian license only to hear him say "did you know that your license is expired?"... Well!.. My jaw dropped a foot in genuine horror (as I didn't know)... he looked at me, tilted his head a little and said.. "you are in a shitload of trouble son, but I don't think you deserve that, so I'm gonna let you off".
Couldn't believe it... I was going well over 200kmph and he let me off cause I would have been in too much trouble. Goes to show that they can step up a couple of rungs of the social ladder and have the occasional human moment.
Political correctness: a doctrine which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd from the clean end.
Many years ago, I got pulled up for speeding in town by three officers at about 1.30am. My pillion and I dismounted and I took off my helmet. I talked to the female officer while another one was on the radio doing a rego check. After the check, the cop did a walk around my bike and I knew I was sunk. I didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize this guy had all my details and was going to see how honest I was. His first question to me was “what size is this bike”? I answered with “it’s a 750”. Then he asked “and what license do you have”? I replied “restricted”. He then proceeded to calmly lecture me about the infringements and said each one could add 6 months to my restricted (2 ˝ years total). He asked me where I lived and then told me I should take my bike home. His final words were “you have a good night”.
Usually honesty, not bullshit, is the best policy!
I hope a non-bullshit story is ok in this thread?
Nah... just better than the usual crap... Still crap, just better, is all...
FTP?? I don't want to know you have a fu#*ing tiny penis... See a doctor, or a hooker.... Unless it was one of those K Rd she men that made it go that way in the first place....
Yeah, the old Common Whore gets a bit rattly at them speeds....These new ones aren't as bad though...
I always starts with a firendly smile and how hows your day mate? at which point thier reply/ look on face instantly tells you if you are fucked or not.
ie, ran late every day for a week, went flying over hill every morning doing 120 ish....
This particular morning i had to slow down dude to a truck... it pulled into a construction site and off i went, came over the rise of the hill at 94kph in a 50...
....followed by
Turns out they had had a call about me and an undercover was waiting at the bottom of the hill for me to come flying over.
I rode away that day with a ticket for i think 72kph? putting me on 95 demerits.
And a $600 fine for driving in a manner liable to cause damage.
Better than walking for 3 months...
Put it on my tab.
Word is me and my bike are on "the wall" at auckland central, apparently theres a wall with piccys of nawty boys.
Dunno how much truth there is to that though.
I know they take pictures of the boy racer cars at drags, from subaru foresters with tints etc etc.
Apparently they all get put on a wall but i dunno, sounds like the usual bullshit really.
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