I have an issue with hypocrisy when its to do with people who penalise you for not following a code, yet don't believe it applies to them.
The people that think that's a great way for our cops to behave are assholes as well.
That aside I don't believe all cops break the law whenever it suits, Plenty of them must have some moral backbone not yet burnt out by arrogance.
Perhaps if cops treated it as more then a job and as position in society worthy of respect they may get more of it.
That aside, I'm sure all KB coppers are saints and worthy of high praise.![]()
Is there an oath by which individuals must swear when they attain the status of a New Zealand police officer?
Hardly a surprising answer from you Steve. Can't see past your own nose
This isn't a cookie cutter world, its the real world with real people. A bit of bend n flex in the right situations as MDU puts it below.
Struth next you will be telling us you have NEVER done anything illegal on a bike
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded
I'll ride with anyone provided they are a competent, considerate rider with a good sense of humour and an ability to talk as much shit as I do.
Who gives a flying fuck what they do for a job?
When you have four young children and a wife to support, you relish any opportunity to get out and ride.
Sometimes I speed, sometimes I don't. If I was going to ride with a cop, and I have, I discuss the possibility of speeding with them first. If they have a problem with the idea of exceeding the speed limit, then we work out where we can go to get a damn good ride in and still stay legal.
Jeez guys, it's not hard. All you have to do is communicate and compromise.
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And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded
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