Had a, fortunately rare, meeting of the minds with a member of the thin blue line on Saturday.
There I was, placidly Harleying over the coathanger after work; when I spy Mr Motorbike Plod, flouro vest and white helmet gleaming, gaining on me about 500-600 metres behind. So, being the law-abiding citizen that I am, I check the speedo, 80 k's on the dot, as it has been for ages. Mr Plod tucks in behind and I'm thinking that he's going to nail the Maserati beside me that tested the G forces while merging at Fanshaw St. Well, stuff me sideways, he hits the flashers and lights and apprehends me outside the Motorway base. Being a little perplexed, I hop off, open my helmet, and he says he's checked me at 95km/h on the bridge. Now I've heard about fit-ups, but this is the first time I've had it happen to me.
So I say that I was doing 80 k's, he says that I should get my speedo checked. I say that we don't do that with new bikes, we rely on the factory to make sure the speedos don't read slow.
He then asks why I hit the horn back at the Khyber Pass off-ramp. ( I blasted an old woman who thought she should stop in the middle lane because there was a Pleece car stopped on the shoulder). This guy actually followed me for all that way. Must have been a slow day for road crime.
Feeling the outrage grow, I said (very politely) that I disputed in the strongest terms that I was speeding. Then he says that he'd only picked up his Beemer 24 hours before and it did not have a certificate of accuracy for the speedo and he wasn't sure that it was accurate and would not issue a notice for speeding.
So, if he knew that, why the f#*k did he stop me.
My bind is moggled.
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