Busted...
Well,
I was travelling along the Southern Racetrack, and I passed a motorcycle cop coming the other way around Penrose. I was going a little quick, so fair cop. He ended up catching up with me at Te Irirangi Drive, and we had a chat.
Now, back in the day, I remember getting told off by the old community constable, and I'd hang my head in shame, but I'd learn my lesson. Well, this cop was actually really good about things, told me off, but like a grown up.
I found myself respecting his approach, and even better, after the discussion, he let me off without a ticket. I rode home sensibly, and for once kept near the speed limit. I think being told to slow down respectfully had more effect than getting ticketed.
Lesson learned.
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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